He is a tough man who rose to his current position by dint of hard work and sacrifice. His heart aches for the plight and mistakes of his brother Whitey Bulger. If he could have done something to change the course of Whitey’s life, he certainly would have. He tried. But we are all powerless over the actions of other people. All we can do is the next right thing ourselves, in accordance to our own values.
Mitt Romney, one of William’s detractors, never had to struggle out of poverty. Neither did former Attorney General Thomas Reilly. Are these two men who would turn in their brothers? What does loyalty mean to a corporate raider who spent his entire life working for his own gain?
The tale of William and Whitey Bulger, two brothers from the projects of South Boston, is a modern tragedy. The sins of one brother threaten to discredit the accomplishments of the other. William was the hard-working President of the University of Massachusetts; Whitey was a mobster on the run. William Bulger’s only crime is that he loves his brother and has a sense of honor that our current society does not share.
In Massachusetts, we are fortunate to have benefitted from the public service of William Bulger in all the positions of State he has held. Let us hope he receives the respect he is due and is not witch-hunted out of his accomplishments for his brother’s misdeeds.
“I do have an honest loyalty to my brother, and I care about him, and I know that’s not welcome news, but . . .it’s my hope that I’m never helpful to anyone against him,” William Bulger testified.
Whitey Bulger is caught now, in steel and stone and chains in the world of the snitch, and yet he is still not crushed.
Two brothers, William and Whitey, both accomplished and hardened in their own individual ways. Let God stand judgement on the two; no human in today’s world can do it.—-by Marc D. Goldfinger
“Part of this appeared in the Boston Metro on June 10, 2003. It has been altered to meet the current times.”

“Go mad.  Commit suicide.  There will be nothing left.

After you die or go mad.

But the calmness of poetry.”——-from “A Poem Without A Single Bird In It” by Jack Spicer

My wife, Mary Esther, is a devout Catholic who goes to Mass regularly even though she hates the patriarchy of the church.  When she could walk without a cane, she would go to Mass at Arch Street in Boston, the noon Mass, and she would often see Jack Powers there, on his knees, his lips moving.

She really didn’t know Jack Powers.  She did know that he was a spiritual man.  But the demons.  She couldn’t see the demons.  I knew Jack Powers from TT the Bears, a bar in Cambridge MA where he hosted Stone Soup Poetry regularly.  I started attending there in 1994 every Monday night.  I didn’t know he went to church regularly.

I didn’t know that Jack Powers, in the late ’60′s and early ’70′s founded a free school on Beacon Hill, Boston and started free suppers for the elderly in the same neighborhood.  I didn’t know that he taught Columbia Point Project kids remedial reading and started a food co-op there too.

In 1987 Jack Powers told The Boston Globe, and I quote, “I’m very solid on volunteerism because the extraordinary weight of problems that visits the modern industrial society can’t be met with dollars alone.”

I didn’t know that Jack Powers, on a cold winter night, if he saw a homeless person who wasn’t dressed for the cold, would take off his coat and gloves and give them to the person on the street.

I didn’t know that he often volunteered at the North End Rehabilitation and Nursing Center, Boston, in earlier years.  I know that he died there, a resident, of complications of dementia.  I know that he ran poetry groups at McLeans Hospital, Belmont, where he sometimes was a patient.

I do know that he started Stone Soup Poetry Readings over 40 years ago and made everyone that I knew feel welcome there.  I know that he was held in such high regard in the poetry community that poets such as Allen Ginsberg, Lawrence Ferlinghetti, Gregory Corso, and Robert Bly, among others, came to read for him and the poets who read regularly at Stone Soup.

I know Jack Powers drank quite a bit.  It can be said that he drank alcoholically.  When I met him in ’94, he was already putting the drinks down his gullet like they were water.

People knew I was in recovery from heroin, which is just alcohol in powder form, and some of them asked me to talk to Jack about his drinking.  I talked to Jack a number of times about the damage he was doing to himself and those who loved him.

The trouble with the disease of addiction/alcoholism is that denial is a big part of it.  Jack couldn’t help it.  He didn’t know how to get out.  He tried.  He went to AA  He went to the hospital for treatment.  He went to church regularly.

I knew Jack through the poetry readings but I didn’t know the demons that walked through his mind and spirit.  He prayed.  This I know because my wife saw him, as I said, at Arch Street Church on a regular basis.  When he was on his knees, lips moving, what prayers were uttered from his desperate talented mouth?  Is there a God that hears all our prayers and sometimes says, NO”?  I don’t know.

I’m a drug counselor now and, even with all the knowledge of the illness at my disposal, I still relapsed a little over 5 years ago.  I was lucky.  I was able to get back into recovery.

Certainly Jack Powers was as good a man as I, maybe better.  He’s accomplished more in the poetry world than I ever have.  Jack really tried to stay sober.  I know he did.

There are very few of us that don’t have one type of addiction or another.  Some drugs, some money, some sex, some pornography, some comic books, some power, some food, etc. etc. etc.

Jack was a good talented man who dealt with inner demons and none of us will ever know their nature.  When one is haunted by his/her own mind and spirit anything can happen.  Jack was a blessing that touched so many lives, so many lives that are too numerous to count.

It didn’t matter what level your poetry was at–Jack would sign you up to read–and help you if you asked.  He was there for so many.  He was as non-judgmental as a man, as a poet can be.  There are many poets who are quick to judge others.  This is no secret in the poetry world.  I wish I could say that I was as non-judgmental as Jack.  I don’t know.

As Doug Holder of the Ibbetson Street Press said, quoting from the Boston Globe, “Boston is full of elite universities and institutions, often very exclusive, where if you don’t have an academic pedigree you’re out of the scene.  What Jack did was bring poetry to the people.  He published books and had a venue where all kinds of people came through.  He opened it up in Boston, which was old and stodgy until Jack brought a populist flavor, a new flowering of poetry.”

Poet Gail Mazur, from the academic scene, said of Jack, “He wanted to gather everyone int the performance of poetry.  In that way, he was a little ahead of his time.”

Jack Powers was so much more than a poet.  He was a man who gave so much to the world, a good man who reached out to those who didn’t have.  Jack wasn’t money rich, not by any means.  But he was possessed by a wealth that more of us should strive for, more of us should emulate.

But Jack was possessed by demons too.  In the end, the demons took away all the gifts he had.  It wasn’t that Jack Powers didn’t ask for help.  He asked for help in more ways than many of us will ever know.

Jack Powers is goine now but his legacy will live on.  There is much that many of us knew about Jack, but when it came down to it, no one knew the nature of the ticking clock within him that took him down.  Jack Powers died at the age of 73.  It was a sudden, slow death.  Like Neil Cassady, Jack couldn’t get off of the railroad tracks.

What astounds me is that the sucking sound of money disappearing from our country is because of the ENDLESS WARS.  Nobody is talking about the cost, both financially and physically, of the Iraqi debacle and the Afghanistan disaster.

Are we really spending billions of dollars chasing a gang of cats called Al Qaeda all around the world?  As our country’s infrastructure declines, as we strip our educational systems, as we blame the poor for taking too many food stamps and too much welfare, the WAR MACHINE, a hungry beast out of control, is stealing the future of our country.

Just a quick example of our blundering war machine.  Since 2002 our country has poured $6 billion into developing a police force in Afghanistan so they can take over when we leave.  It’s 2010 and barely one-quarter of the 98,000 member force has received any formal instruction.  Fifteen per cent of the recruits test positive for drugs and nearly 90% are illiterate.  Approximately 170,000 Afghans have been trained but only 30,000 remain on the force–and their competence is questionable.

And this is 6 billion dollars later.  How many teachers in the United States could be working for that kind of money?

I’m writing this column on Earth Day. (You can see I’m slow in putting it up.)  Now this is a day that’s started, I believe, in 1970, to make people aware of our deteriorating environment.  It still exists, but like many good things Earth Day has become perverted and is now a corporate holiday.

All the major corporations are screaming GREEN, they have special departments to write text and tell us about what they are doing to maintain sustainability, whatever they mean by that.  Meanwhile, in the boardrooms, other members of the same corporations are planning their next moves to persuade us to buy products, even though these products are part of what is destroying the world.

Why are the Dead Zones in the ocean increasing in size?  Why are the ice caps melting and raising our water levels so that islands are being evacuated in order that their populations don’t drown.  What has caused this decade to be the hottest on record?

Did you know that, besides the Dead Zones–which are multiple in number and cover areas as large as some of our smallest states–we have giant Plastic Zones in the ocean where non-degradable garbage swirls around and around.  These Plastic Zones are the Sargasso Sea for the creatures that try to live in the ocean.

Our world is mostly ocean but this land creature called humanity is changing the face of, not only the oceans, but everything on this planet.  Right now we are undergoing a mass extinction of species on a scale that has only taken place 5 other times in the history of our planet.  One time was when a giant asteroid hit the world and created an almost endless winter (endless in human time).

We are causing this mass extinction.  Countless species are being wiped out or are in danger of extinction.  In some spots off Washington state and Oregon, hypoxic zones exist in the ocean.  Hypoxia means an almost complete lack of oxygen.  The carcasses of multiple species of crabs litter the ocean floor in these zones.  Twenty-five year old sea stars wash onto the beaches and crippled colonies of sea anemones struggle to survive.  Mats of potentially poisonous bacteria thrive in hypoxic zones.

The weather is changing.  New Orleans still hasn’t recovered from Hurricane Katrina.  And now the BP oil spill is having its way with the Gulf Coast.  I’ll bet some of the money being sucked up by the war machine could help New Orleans.  Not to mention Haiti.  How about Haiti?

We, as a species, have lost our perspective.  If only our psychological and emotional maturity could equal our technological maturity.  If only.

War not only sucks up our oil, our gas, our people’s lives, their people’s lives, but it also wreaks havoc on the environment in which it takes place.  The companies that make the tools that we use to kill each other are not in financial trouble.  They are making more money than ever.

Ironically, many of the weapons that we produce here in the Corporate States(United States) wind up in the hands of the people we are fighting.  How does that make sense?

I can’t say it enough.  If half of the total money that the war machines suck up went into cleaning our environment, hiring teachers, helping the poor get housing and food, and not just here, we’d be doing a hell of a lot better than we are doing now.

Nobody is saying it.  The price of the war machine should be trumpeted on our national news every night, the actual dollar amount exposed daily and the money trail should be followed right to the door of every corporation that makes weapons that kill.

Why is it that we never have enough money for medical care but we always have enough money to blow people, places and things to unholy hell?  Maybe if the money eaten by the war machine that eats us was used to combat global warming we would have a better chance of surviving.  Just think of every war apparatus that emits toxicity: those giant aircraft carriers, those creepy looking bombers that explode across the sky, shattering the ear drums of the people who are about to be blow to shreds.  Noise pollution, air pollution, water pollution, earth pollution, mind pollution–just to name a few.

Let’s hire more teachers and kill less people.  Let’s have health care for everyone using the billions of dollars we now use to destroy life.  If we put the money from the war machine into better alternatives like schools, hospitals, the space program, eradication of hunger–we’d have enough teachers, everyone would have the best of health care like our politicians do(they don’t depend on Medicare) and we’d probably have reached the planet Mars a long time ago.

God knows we have the resources.  Now all we have to do is get resourceful and point the finger to the real problem–The WAR MACHINE.  Wake up humanity or go to sleep forever!

Probably includes me.

“It is not by chance there are many of us.

It is not by chance we sing to each other.

It is not by chance the Gods let us touch.

It is not by chance, like plug and socket, we fit together.”—from A Room of Bone — a poem in Relationships by Marc D. Goldfinger; Ibbetson St. Press, Somerville, MA

George W. Bush has left the stage of the world.  It is Barack Obama’s time.  Yet as Barack Obama knows well, it is not only his time, but it is also our time.  Obama is our president and we are the people.  In his speech many of his reflections called upon us to do our part, for he knows that alone and isolated, a president who works against the will of the people cannot work.  We have just witnessed eight years of decline, eight years of waning hope, eight years of spending the birthright of our future, eight years of hopelessness, death without purpose, eight years of the heart of a nation breaking into tears of sorrow.

The glory of Barack Obama is that he is truly the heart of the United States, yet he realizes the heart is only a source of inspiration if all the other organs work well.  Barack Obama knows that a leader is only as strong as his ideals; that if he doesn’t lead well, the people will not follow.

Barack Obama does not take his new trust lightly.  He knows that the world is at a pivotal point as far as the human species is concerned.  He is aware that the path we take from this point is crucial, and it takes us all to task.  It is our responsibility to work with our new president, to help him achieve his goals and also to speak out to him when we feel that he is going off the path.  Because Barack Obama is a president who knows that he has much to learn from those around him.  Obama is a president who is humble, who will keep his ears to the ground, his eyes to the sky, his hands on the plow, and he knows that he must not only say what is necessary — he must follow through with his actions.

Sixty years ago, men and women of colour were relegated to the back of the bus; men and women of colour could not drink at the same water fountains as white people; men and women of colour were not free in the United States.

Barack Obama knows that, in just sixty years, there has been a paradigm shift in our country.  That is what makes it great.  It is not that everyone has changed in sixty years, but enough of us have changed to make this new world possible.

Barack Obama raises the hopes of the people of the United States.  But it is not only the people of the United States who have their eyes on this man with “The Audacity of Hope”, it is the people of the world who have their eyes on him because he raises their hopes too.  The world is watching him; the world is watching us; the world is waiting and hoping that Obama is what he says he is, and what he has shown us he is to become the president of our land.

I am a cynical man, but I have hope for humanity.  It has been a long time since I have been inspired by a leader, and Barack Obama has won my heart.  And not only my heart, but the hearts of many, people in the United States and people all over the world.

There was a time, a long while ago, when humanity was given hope.  There was a president who said, after Russia launched Sputnick, the first satellite, that we would be the first nation to reach the moon.  And God knows, if there is a God and I believe there is one, that we joined together, each in our own way, and in 1969 humanity walked on the moon.

Barack Obama offers us a new challenge.  He does not say that we will be the first to walk the moon; Obama says that we will lead the world with fierce love; that we will “offer our hand if you will unclench your fist.”  Obama says that “this is the time to put aside childish things.”.  I believe he knows that war is the enemy of us all, and those who choose war over life are the ones who delay the new rebirth of the Human Nation.

It is not just the United States that must grow; it is all the nations of the world who must unclench their fists, just as we must join them.  Those of us here in the United States with clenched fists must stop, think and open their hands so they can work with us.  Barack Obama knows that this is a world where, if anyone is left behind, whether black, yellow, white, poor, rich, red or just average, if anyone is left behind, we will all be left behind.

This is not a time where we must fight and claw to be the first to walk the surface of the moon.  This is a time when we must join hands and work together to walk and ride and sail across a clean, peaceful Earth.  There is only one way to do this.

Again, I repeat Obama’s words, which he took from the Bible, and those words are that “we must put aside childish things.”  This I know to be true — war is one of those childish things we must put aside.  As Obama said, “When it was time for us to face the future, we faced it and did not falter.”

Barack Obama is more than the heart of a nation.  He can be the heart of the world.  Instead of strapping bombs to ourselves and destroying the future, we must strap tool belts around our waists, whatever tools we use to build, and work to turn our backs on the errors of the past.

There was a president who took us to the moon.  Let Barack Obama be the president who takes us all home, and let him be the president that inspires us to work so that all people, all over the world, can be safe in a home of their own and walk the world in peace.

Published in Spare Change News, Jan. 29 — Feb. 11th, 2009.

The fact is, this is more than Barack Obamas job to remake the vision of our country.  It is our job too.

Under the regime of Bush & Cheney, we have again become The Ugly American.  Barack Obama inspires hope in me and I know that I have to do my part.

Use less fuel.  I bicycle, I have a small motorcycle that gets 60 mpg, a Honda Rebel 250cc, and a nine year old Honda Civic that gets close to 30 mpg.  My wife has a newer Honda Civic which gets 35 mpg.

And that’s just the beginning.  A new beginning for all of us.

Do I pray?  Yes, I do.  But it takes more than that.  My actions speak louder than my words.  I can say anything I want here but if I don’t live it, it becomes meaningless blather.

May the world, and the United States, heal, heal, heal.

Our species stands poised on the edge.  We face challenges never faced before.  The choice is ours — the collapse of civilization as we know it — or a world where life is held sacred and promises kept.

May whatever God you believe in calm your spirit and enrich your soul.

If it isn’t, then you have to deal with it.  If everything in your humble abode is okay, then be there.

This too shall pass.  Forget the media.  For them, this is payday.

I’m going to vote.  I’m going to follow what I believe.  You can do the same.  Follow the path to the truth.  I’m not going to tell you what that path is.  Inside yourself, you know it.

Pay attention.

“If this were a dictatorship, it would be a heck of a lot easier — just so long as I’m the dictator,” —George Walker Bush said, sending ripples of laughter through the room.—–a joke from the lips of our soon to be President of the United States, December 18, 2000.

Colour this by numbers. George W. Jr. was the director of Harken Energy of Dallas, Texas and a major stockholder of that corporation. Can it be that he knew nothing when he dumped $848,560 worth of its stock only one week prior to a poor earnings report that sent it’s stock tumbling? Is insider trading okay?

Okay, let’s move to the present. There was a telephone call placed from Florida Secretary of State Katherine Harris’s cell phone to Boy George W.’s mansion at 11:50pm election night. Harris said she never made the call, that Al Cardenas, chairman of the state Republican Party, borrowed the phone and made the call.

The other story told was that Dan Bartlett said the Florida Secretary of State’s website went down and old Jeb(Bush), who was in Austin on November 7th, called Harris. Then Katherine returned the call.

There are a lot of stories. There are stories about Black voters not being able to vote. Then there are the “chad” stories. Then there are the Republicans storming the (vote)counting houses in Broward County(Florida) stories.

Here’s an interesting story I pulled off the internet.

“A Zimbabwe politician was quoted as saying that children should study the U.S. election event closely because it shows that election fraud is not only a third world phenomena. To illustrate the point, he made the following comments:

“Imagine that we read of an election occurring anywhere in the third world in which the self-declared winner was the son of the former Prime Minister and that former Prime Minister was himself the former head of that nation’s secret police/intelligence agency.

“Imagine that the self-declared winner lost the popular vote but won based on some old colonial holdover from the nation’s pre-democracy past (the Electoral College).

“Imagine that the self-declared winner’s ‘victory’ turned on disputed votes cast in a Province governed by his brother!

“Imagine that the poorly drafted ballots of one district, a district heavily favoring the self-declared winner’s opponent, led thousands of voters to vote for the wrong candidate.

“Imagine that members of that nation’s most despised caste, fearing for their livelihoods, turned out in record numbers to vote in near-universal opposition to the self-declared winner’s candidacy. Imagine that hundreds of members of that most-despised caste were intercepted on their way to the polls by state police operating under the authority of the self-declared winner’s brother.

“Imagine that six thousand people voted in the disputed Province and that the self-declared winner’s lead was only 327 votes. Fewer, certainly, than the vote counting machines’ margin of error.

“Imagine that the self-declared winner and his political party opposed a more careful by-hand inspection and re-counting of the ballots in the disputed Province or in its most hotly disputed district.

“Imagine that the self-declared winner, himself a Governor of a major Province, had the worst human rights record of any Province in his nation and his Province actually led the nation in executions.

“Imagine that a major campaign promise of the self-declared winner was to appoint like-minded human rights violators to lifetime positions on the high court of that nation.

“None of us would deem such an election to be representative of anything other than the self-declared winner’s will-to-power. All of us, I imagine, would wearily turn the page thinking that it was another sad tale of a third world country.”

Now imagine that the President-Select was voted in by a majority of 5 from the high court of 9, the Chief Justice (Rehnquist) being a man who owned two homes, one in Phoenix and one in Vermont, that existed in developments that prohibited, by contract, selling to Blacks and Jews, by another Justice (Scalia) who called affirmative action “the most evil fruit of a fundamentally bad seed”, and, last but certainly not least, a justice (Thomas) who was selected for the high court by the President-Select’s father.

Who said that it couldn’t happen here.

Some problem areas are off the coasts of Australia, the Gulf of Mexico, Hawaii, the Black Sea, Namibia, Britain, the Mediterranean, the Sea of Japan, and the Yangtze estuary.

Jellyfish thrive in areas that are compromised by pollution, but not in the increasing number of Dead Zones where nothing can live, and are dramatically increasing in number.

Dead Zones are waters that are so depleted of oxygen that they cannot support life and there are over 400 of them, that we know of, and they are increasing in size.

The world’s largest Dead Zone is in the Baltic Sea and it loses 1.3 million metric tons of food a year.

It sounds as if our oceans are becoming close relations to our currently disintegrating stock market. Many of the Dead Zones are caused by global run-off of agricultural fertilizers from our giant agri-farms and also, believe it or not, from polluted air. Everything is connected.

The Earth was not ready for our throw-away human way of life. It is imperative that the new leaders of all countries make themselves aware of what needs to be done to save the Earth from our dysfunctional ways of life.

War, fossil fuel misuse, over-population, greed. Our species feels entitled to whatever it can take from the Earth and disregards the cost to other species, the oceans, the air, and the fresh water ways that are being degraded by the garbage we pour into it.

When a civilization collapses, it isn’t pretty. Stock market crashes are just the tip of the iceberg. It takes more than one man leading a country to solve the problems we face.

If the United States were to elect Barack Obama, and it would be in our best interests to do so, we must lead him to a better way of life. Unfortunately, I believe that John McCain is more concerned with the art of war than in making our world a better place to live. Sarah Palin is just unaware. Period.

Our civilization is facing a crisis that is totally unique. When Rome was falling, another place was rising. When Greece was falling, another place was rising. In today’s times, all of our civilizations are linked together and what we are facing is a global collapse of our civilization.

If we let this happen, the survivors will live in a savage land ruled by the least of us. The barbarians will have won. The sounds of whips and chains will resound around the world for the humans that remain.

Right now, there is much more at stake than a stock market bail-out. So much more. We must rise from our complacency or pay the unimaginable price.

The Four Horsemen, Pestilence, Famine, War, and Death are riding our way. I will close with a poem that was written by an unknown author, unknown to me, in 1764, courtesy of Jose Gouvieaa of The Highway Poets –

English Folk Poem

They hang the man and flog the woman
That steal the goose from off the Common,
But let the greater villain loose
That steals the Common from the goose.

The law demands that we atone
When we take things we do not own
But leaves the Lords and Ladies fine
Who take things that are yours and mine.

The poor and wretched don’t escape
If they conspire the law to break;
This must be so but they endure
Those who conspire to make the law.

The law locks up the man and woman
who steals the goose from off the Common,
And geese will still a Common lack
Till they go and steal it back.

fin—-

No one is jumping from buildings
during this crash because of the
Bush parachute bail-out. The rich

get paid off with our tax dollars
while a poor woman from Boston
is put out on the street. The bank

is foreclosing on her. She will have
to move to one of those new tent
cities; they’ll call them Bushvilles

this time instead of Hoovervilles
like during the last depression.
The last depression. No one bailed

out the fat cats that time; everyone
went down except for a few
carpetbaggers and liquor dealers.

It’s the Perfect Storm this time; even
the weather is telling us we’re on the
wrong track. Hurricane Kristina, Gustave

and the war in Iraq; the greed of the CEO’s,
I’m a friend of George W. is the new
Greed Anonymous greeting. Bush

didn’t have the 7 billion dollars for child
health care but he’s got 700 billion dollars
for the cats on Wall Street; you can hear

them if you try; yowling on the top floors
in the sweet suites while the rest of us
get foreclosed and put out on the street.