Okay Bullet Space isn't really having an art opening tomorrow as far as I blogger know, and this following event has already come to pass. It's just that this blog wants to confuse me sometimes and this is yet another one of those Orwellian news speak posts with its times, dates and histories in that attempt to maintain content for this blog and my other blog whenever blaghers block possible.
Bullet Space is having an art opening tomorrow. They are one of the eleven remaining squats that have survived the gentrification and genocide of a neighborhood and have been bought out or sold out in the Lower East Side that is now called the East Village for real estate marketing purposes maybe. And they are now homesteaders or something like that. Bullet Space is a really cool place that has had many theater, art and performance events over the years. And the only thing that seems to be constant is change. And there is a poem that I once remembered:
Long Live The Lower East Side
Long Live The Revolution of the Pseudo Anarchist Hippy Bohemian Squatter Revolutionary Lower East Side In Alphabet City where God Bless America becomes God Fuck America and red white and blue becomes red and black and where the capitalist capitalize off the capitalism of the capital.
With your gentrified glorified tenements and artists coffee lounge lounges riddled with the blood of the long lost past that had the horses running through it, the pigs running round it, and the helicopters hoovering over it. The bandshell that stood as a symbol of freedom for all long torn down, lost and forgotten. NO POLICE STATE, NO HOUSING NO PEACE, F... THE CURFEW, FREE THE LAND, free that park, that park everywhere. Freedom and utopia a thing of the past.
So now in Alphabet City I walk down your streets conformed to the conformity of the conformed and the conformist. Class War Class War on the poor run into the river and running to the river.
Flight of fight, sink or swim. Can you swim or will you die. Your skeletons of the war torn survivors walking the streets, your ghosts and their spirits scattered abroad and the ashes of your people who have come and gone in the struggle, of the struggle, from the struggle and the ashes of your people some dead some alive and some who have survived to shed their blood and skin and to tell the tale and conform to this thing called conformity.
Yeah, first it was them and then it was me. Whose gonna be left when big brother comes. Naked I have come from my mothers womb and naked shall I return thither to the dust where I come from.
Blessed be the name of the Lord.
Long Live the Lower East Side.
And if you are in this New York City neighborhood tomorrow, this event may be worth checking out.
Bullet: Urban Artists Collaborative
December 8th-January 11, 2008
Gallery Hours: Friday, Saturday, Sunday: 1pm-5pm Monday - Thursday: By appointment
Saturday December 8th, 6pm-8pm
With poetry reading by John Farris
292 East 3rd Street, New York, New York
Curated and organized by Alexandra Rojas
Artists: Steve Salvatore, Patou, Erik Von Ploennies, Regina Bartkoff, Joshua Starcher, Rolando Politi