Wednesday, September 28, 2011

"Something Has Started": Michael Moore Occupy Wall Street : Democracy Now

Two segments from Democracy Now. The first, where Michael Moore discusses the implications of the Occupy Wall Street movement.

The second and much lengthier piece, (link only) is a chat between Moore and Amy Goodman, where Moore talks about his formative years, his film making and his new book, Here Comes Trouble. Towards the end of the piece there is a clip of Moore accepting his Oscar for Bowling For Columbine, the ruckus his acceptance speech caused, and its consequent effects on Moore's life, and the threats to that life.

I posted excerpts from Here Comes Trouble that covered that period of his life in a post entitled Michael Moore Croissant-Eater.

"Something Has Started": Michael Moore on the Occupy Wall St. Protests That Could Spark a Movement

Oscar-winning filmmaker, best-selling author,and provocateur laureate Michael Moore joins us for the hour. One of the world’s most acclaimed — and notorious — independent filmmakers and rabble-rousers, his documentary films include Roger and Me; Bowling for Columbine for which he won the Academy Award, Fahrenheit 9/11, SICKO; and Capitalism: A Love Story. In the first part of our interview, Moore talks about the growing "Occupy Wall Street" protests in Lower Manhattan, which he visited on Monday night. "This is literally an uprising of people who have had it," Moore says. "It has already started to spread across the country in other cities. It will continue to spread. ... It will be tens of thousands and hundreds of thousands of people ... Their work ahead is not as difficult as other movements in the past ... The majority of Americans are really upset at Wall Street ... So you have already got an army of Americans who are just waiting for somebody to do something, and something has started." Democracy Now

"Here Comes Trouble": Michael Moore Tells The Formative Tales Behind His Filmmaking, Rabble-Rousing

For more than two decades, Michael Moore has been one of the most politically active, provocative and successful documentary filmmakers in the business. We talk to Moore about his new memoir, "Here Comes Trouble: Stories from My Life," which comprises 20 biographic vignettes that capture how his political and sociological viewpoints developed. He also discusses the numerous attacks and death threats he received after speaking out against former President George W. Bush, after winning a 2003 Academy Award for his film, Bowling for Columbine. He first discussed these fears and necessity to hire a security team on Democracy Now! last year, which ultimately encouraged him to write publicly about these incidents in his memoir. Watch Democracy Now

Having more respect for, than I had knowledge of, I rectified that shortcoming by reading Amy Goodman's bio on Wiki. Link here if you are of a like mind.


Anonymous said...

Amy Goodman for President!

Himself said...

Or Prime Minister.

Or a hot date, just think about all that post coital conversation!

Anonymous said...

That doesn't bear thinking about.

Himself said...

I have been with some very beautiful women over the years, and every one of them flawed. I'll take brains over beauty any day of the week.

'Tis on the inside, this thing called beauty.

Himself said...

Confirmed by Amy Goodman herself, she is a beautiful person.

How easy it would be to fall in love with her.

Anonymous said...

One does not exclude the other.

Himself said...

Hmmm, are you a stunner?

Anonymous said...

Of course I am. Generally speaking, and I love proverbs.

Anonymous said...

Himself, do you think Amy Goodman reads "Only in America"?

Himself said...

I Very much doubt it, at least I hope she doesn't.

No not at all.

Himself said...


I think I'm not alone in my feelings, watch Michael Moore with Amy Goodman on the Georgia Boycott post.

Actually, watch it for reasons other than that.

Goodnight my lovely.

Himself said...

God morning, or is it good middle of the night? It's back to the feathers after this.

I had a look in on Arthur Silber to see if he had penned anything recently, but nothing other than a despondent post, he suffers very ill health.

I did follow a link though that took me here,

I thought it might be of interest for various reasons, again the comments included.

The Hitchens link is dead, I did track it down, but it is after all, history now and hardly worth the effort I thought.


Anonymous said...

H, many thanks for the links. Nice dreams in the feathers. M

Anonymous said...

Thank you for the links. I am not really a movie buff (lack of time and I mostly prefer to read books/special blogs), but I have picked up on it and I certainly will watch the movie one day. I agree with you, as far as I can review, French movies (and British movies too) tending to be more character driven more than most. Thanks M. xxx

Himself said...

Yes, do one day, her name offhand I can't remember, but she is quite some film maker.

Me too, an avid reader that is. I don't know how I do it these days, but I still manage to find time for a book a week.

If I may be so bold as to recommend something, Oscar Wilde's De Profundis. Given the circumstances under which it was written, it makes it all the more remarkable a piece of literature. (See among other things ''composition'')

I have know way of knowing if may be to your taste or no. Pray forgive if it turns out not to be.

Goodnight dear lady.

Oh, by the by, every now and then a graphic comes together, I consider the latest just such.

Himself said...

And of course there is this, if you haven't done so already.

I never saw a man who looked
With such a wistful eye
Upon that little tent of blue
Which prisoners call the sky,
And at every drifting cloud that went
With sails of silver by.


I know not whether Laws be right,
Or whether Laws be wrong;
All that we know who lie in gaol
Is that the wall is strong;
And that each day is like a year,
A year whose days are long.


The vilest deeds like poison weeds,
Bloom well in prison-air;
It is only what is good in Man
That wastes and withers there:
Pale Anguish keeps the heavy gate,
And the Warder is Despair.

Three selected verses from The Ballad of Reading Gaol by Oscar Wilde.


Anonymous said...

I haven't read much of Oscar Wilde, but I find The Nightingale and the Rose beautifully written, so I'm glad you recommended De Profundis.

The reason why I prefer books is that you can create your own images. On the other hand your blog pictures are indispensable.

It's amazing how you manage to find time for a book a week. I really need a second life.
And how I wish I could express better in English (spoken language), and the problem remains the grammar, the verbs "ing"- thing and the rest.

Where lies the land to which the ship would go?
Far, far ahead, is all her seamen know.
And where the land she travels from? Away,
Far, far behind, is all that they can say.

I remember Angelique once asked you "do you ever sleep?" You must have a strong constitution, a strong mind anyway.

Goodnight to you, dear self M

Himself said...

Good morning my lovely, or thereabouts.

Thank you for your lovely words, and how I wish I had the command of any language as well as you have over my sweet mother tongue.

A few rhymes of my own and then I fear I must do, because my woman that does, is under the weather.

Housework, bah humbug! plus the fact it's extremely warm at present, it's like midsummer in fact, far too warm for being a drudge, but needs must I guess.

Written one evening on my boat in Ireland, I was a live aboard for many a year.

The tide is high,
No tempest tonight,
No hint of wind,
I float on languid pool of black.

The birds make no calls,
No fish disturb the night,
Perhaps they reflect my mood.
The pipes play gently,
But little solace I find in their
mournful tone.

Tonight I sit swathed
In your birthday gift.
It warms and comforts me.
Your fragrance, lingering from
It’s very fibres.

Where now
Is the peace
Of my old friend
Called solitude.

You may find this a bit ambiguous in parts.

Was it then
My heart
Was captured?
Though only a painting, it may be;
Through corn and sunshine she runs free.
There is no corn, no blue dress, but
This image, will be the death of me.
Of you, no photograph would dare compare
That some sainted soul he did drew,
My perfect understanding of what is you.
I tell you love; I’ll start anew, a little bookeen, only copies two; one for me, one for you.
Don’t hold your breath, much time will take.
‘twill be a thing of beauty I shall create.
That will be the freedom, that I can do;
Knowing forever only seen by two.
I will show us both, for what we are.
Beautiful, innocent; when we joined,
We birthed a star.

Likewise this one. I have the explanation of what it's truly about, already writ, but here is not the place for it.

A Christmas Carol
I loved my love with a love not grown
I loved her with a Christmas never known
I gave her a gift, from a machine torn
A thre’penny ticket from some bus, now gone all worn.

I gave her something, no Christmas formal
Just a Christmas, a Christmas normal.

The happiness on her face so young
From this old heart made joy did sprung
Clatter and chatter from this Cork’ girl’s tongue
Reflected all, first Christmas joy, far from wrong.

Embraced it, loved it, held the time in awe
“This I’ve had, this one, can’t wish for more”

Time did see us for some few year
Rejoice again that time of year
Until on bus, to driver said “Dear
My tickets for thre’pence, I’ll get off here”

Later. M


Anonymous said...

beautiful poems, leaves one speechless

home-work: spoken language

Thanks M

Himself said...

No, thank you.

Good morning Maren,

I have taken your link, left in the Uganda post, I was going to update with it, but now it shall be part of a big video post, up later on.

I perhaps should have mentioned it earlier, but if you click on the poetry tag, you will find another bit of mine, written in a completely different style: Towing a Yoke. Have a read of ''A Cynical Sceptic'' a poem sent to me by an Ozzy.

Some other bits there might also be of interest.


Himself said...

Glad rags on and gettin' her lit.