Carteret Islands 4min

wrote this poem. when i first heard that starr'd died. was living at irene, where indymedia's office had been. (we thought he'd o.ded) didn't post it nowhere then. afta went to funeral, well, couldn't. but now, unexpectedly ended up making docos and, thinking its important to share more than just our eyes: make o bento for the old soul to go home fuck bro all i got for you this poem never too close always soldered so fucking solid made art to act face facts fight back eyes to catch the slavers lash & now you ash thorn in the crown defender of sacred ground of you we’re proud rough star come down mechanical black skin you earnt outback kin with all activists opening up cracks. but now our country attacked dozer tracks smash us back & now we lack one more long the track thorn in the crown hurts your brow wore you down burden in suicide drowned melbournes my home ground grown up in protest crowds when pip was catching sound npa a silent clown over rooftops of councils with lense moon scented in the dirt of sweatshop irene he sewn seeds for dissenters in image hooked them fishes and let them out for the billions look after our comrades this ain’t a fucking tirade just lets give back up the same what he gave us soldiers and artists in solidarity put your hands up make o bento for the old soul to go home fuck bro all i got for you this poem --- if you wanna check more poems, they're at: http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&friendID=161556885 and films at traverser 11 engagemedia

Great to see voices of people actually on the ground responding to this issue as it directly affects them. Amazing (and sad) to see the real impacts on such a remote community.