Be well,

eat well,

feel young...

J.Level

...nothing to say, 

better to just look...

Be well todo mundo,

J. Level

be well todo mundo,

J.Level

   01.11.08

Vashon,Wa.

...Workin' on this...

be well todo mundo,

J.Level

on " 49 years...and 48 years later...."

31.10.08
Vashon,Wa.

...My parents are married 49 years today.
Halloween
Day of the dead
call it what you will,
I call it the " Anniversery "

Saw these people not long ago
they were a portrait of solidarity
and unity
and trust.
I come from good people.
I am not like them...
have seen more
tried more
said " thank you "
insted of " No ",
many more times
than they,
in various langauges
and signs
and grunts
than they...
Good people,
I miss them,
tell stories of them,
and now play the video of them...
" ..Yeah, that's my mom there,
smilin'
and singin'
like Sara Vaughn...
...after midnight....

I'm cool...
They did ok.

be well todo mundo,

J.Level

On poverty, hero's and forward motion...

...The brothers sat and spoke of a boat.

They smoked and shared what food they had.

The smallest, a boy of sixteen sits off to the side and listens
as the brothers talk of "a better life..."
Their plan was to reach the Canary islands
only 1700 miles away...
" How far is 1700 miles ? "
asked the boy.
His brother smiled at him.

The little boat was packed.
119 african men and 1 boy
with small sacks,
a little food
a little water and a sweater.
Somalia
Ivory coast
Darfur
and the team from Rawanda
pushed forward,
to a better life.

...10 days around the Atlantic
they drift. The motor had died off three days ago.
4 african men, hero's really, died off too,
they were put overboard with prayer's
to Jesus,
to Ala,
and a prayer for a better life...
They are 115
and 1 boy
who was now alone.

9 days passed they drift.
The boy gets attacked and raped.
Two more die.
They are now 113
and 1 boy,
whom is raped again...
and again,
and again.

A ship pulls along side the small boat.
It's dark.
Lines are thrown. Water in bottles drop.
The boy is small, and they pull him aboard
and asked how old he is...in Spanish.
The boy speaks english and french...
No answer.
He goes with the men.

To the Canary islands they are towed.
Port Christian.
Spain.
113 men and one boy
are imprisoned,
humiliated
and tourtured,
given questionable trials,
bad inturpetures
No flag
No picture of the King,
Don Juan Carlos De Borbón...
then flown over to the mainland.

Malaga, and "Capuchino ",
Center of Interment of Immigrants...

...I watched them walk down the 13 steel stairs,
they stayed close to each other.
They stuck out.
Red hooded sweat shirts and black pants
some plastic shoes and a Red Cross bag,
they stand around the yard of the concentration camp
waiting for some paper. Some paper
in a langauge they don't understand...
I read a few of their papers to them,
"...Order of expulsion. No, there's little you can do
without money or family in Spain...
No, I don't know, I'm sorry.
I'm sorry. "

Some men came from the Nigerian embassy.
They want to speak with all the African men, the hero's.
The hero's return, and I go to speak with the boy, who's made it this far...
He told me what had occured ...
" ...They told us all that we were now Nigerian and would be expulsed
to that country in the next 3 days...Tell me, where is Nigeria...?
Draw it for me on a this peice of paper... "

They are sending a boy from Darfur, a country at war and with Spanish
peace keeping troops on the ground, to Nigeria. They did the same
with the men from the Ivory coast, and Somalia, and Rawanda.
All places with some inconcivible saddness's going on,
" ...seems the goverment has some deal with the Nigerian goverment,
a couple of thousand euros per head to accecpt the immigrants... ulgy stuff."
the boy said.

I did not see the boy the next day. We had been sitting
together out in the courtyard yesterday, today he was gone.
The cop's had emptyed the concentration camp of African men, hero's.
I asked the fat mean cop I called " 50 cents ", as he had stole 50 cents
from me on a cigarette deal, I asked him what happened to the boy...
" Back where he belongs..." he said.

The hero's came looking for a better life, and were denied.
A better life for most is a home, some food, and a gig
selling pirated CD's, and fake designer handbags on the street.
No papers, no rights, and they can be arrested and put back thru that racist
and surely illegal system again...
These brother's are the poorest of the poor.
True hero's, if your asking me.
For who else would climb into a little boat
and cross an ocean,
knowing they would die
or end up here...?
A hero.

I was there.
Concentration camp " Capuchino ", Malaga, Spain.
The Amerikan, and no hero, so I wasn't.
I know what the goverment does,
they also attempted to expulse me.
I know very well.
Ulgy. Really ulgy.
I, had come to Spain looking for a better life.
Didn't find it, or wasn't allowed it...
Probably better.

Now I'm back in Amerika...
this goverment does the same
sends poor people back to poor countries without
a hope in hell...
Ulgy.

No human being is illegal.
Simple, no?.


Jess Level

15.10.08
Vashon, Wa

foto:c spl2008 " Hero's " Concentration camp "Capuchino" Malaga, Spain. 02.17.07 all rights reserved.
text:c spl2008 from the journals " 32 day's in the concentration camp "Capuchino" Malaga, Spain" by J.Level

a blog action day post 2008

...In reply to you there Ms.Styl666

07.10.08
Vashon, Wa

...in reply to your comment 12.06.08...

I have, if you'll ask some folks,
have proven to be unafraid of many things.
Blindly, sometime as an idealist,
sometime a romantic,
often times an immigrant...
but still unafraid of...

Getting off airplanes
Application without direction
Mean dog's
Mean girls
Evolving cat's
Snakes
Mountain's ( both emotional and physical)
Spiders
Rat's
Earthquakes
Volcanos ( MT. Saint Helens )
Langauges
Goverments
Cop's
Judges
Lawyers
Traitors
The Portugees
The French
Andaluz, (as a dialect of castellano)
The word's " si, otro dia..."
...and the word " NO ".
strange old lady's on the 3rd floor
Taxi drivers
Amy Winehouse
Drug dealers
Bartenders
Punk's
Heavy's
Old and new rocker's
I used to afraid of communists,
but I got over that once somebody competent
explained it to me....then I became a socialist.
Money
Steppin' on toe's
My three ex-girlfriends
and one wife.
..and pokin at volcano's,
they's already smokin'
why not ?

I am afraid of little.
Like the Indiana frickin' Jones
of blind faith,
steppin' off into the dark,
and trust...
I have learned many thing's...
I learned that you gotta trust someone,
usually turns out bad,
but the list is and alway's has been a
long one,
room for more...

Good day on Vashon,
and another day in Amerika...


Fear little there Styl666.
I do.
See you soon.

Be well todo mundo,

J. Level

foto:©spl2007 " Manolin" 23x16cm ink, watercolour on paper (Stolen)

Sun

03.10.08
Vashon,Wa.

See that sun out there ?
The last for a long while.
Gets gray around here,
stays that way,
so it does.
Looking forward to
a long winter
a new one...


be well todo mundo,
J. Level

Vashon

01.10.08
Vashon,Wa

Moved the bed under the sky lite
and stared at this weird moon
dog cant climb the ladder up
and sat howlin'
until we walked down to the water
and sat watchin' that moon move across
the sound.
Good here.
Vashons good.
be well todo mundo,

J.Level

foto: c spl2008 " Nunca sola " 50x40 ink watercolour on paper 500$us

On .." The freak show and it's passing thru the Valley of the Shadow of Death " part 16 " Jesus, monkey tea, and thoughts of Death...

...and so the ride was already a long one.

LIL' Mocos slept on Jesus' lap.
Kickin' and whinin'
Chasin' a postman or a pizza delivery guy maybe...
Jesus looked at himself in the window, his face
Slappin' by the mercury vapor swells backround...
He looked old.
Amplified old...
Jesus said..." Man, I be lookin' old... Amplified old ."

"... Hey man, mind if I stand here awhile ? My leg's is a
gettin' just as numb as a dawgs brain...."
And Lil' Moco's jumped up and snarled a snarl
snappin' at Carl, the askee...

A calm Jesus said ... " Hey. Be cool..." Quietly. Firmly.
a moment,
Lil' Moco's looked at Jesus in the eyes...
He wanted to bite him, he'd caused so many
weird situations in his long and complicated life...
a moment passed
just a mili second
the order was set.
All it took.
Just two word's
and a look.
Pure Trust....
" Man that's a mean danm't dawg you got there mister
Damn't mean lil' bugger..." said Carl,
reachin' out a thin ' hand to Jesus' offered ,
thin hand...
Jesus said..." I'm Jesus, this is Lil' Moco's..."
Carl looked a Jesus
" Like the son of God and all that...Jesus..? " he asked,
Jesus said..." Yeah, you know, so a guy's gotta heavy father
or a really weirdly dominate shipping magnant dad
like Onassas or that guy ... what's his name...?

And Carl said..." Yeah I dig. You's a trustafari... sorta stuck like. I can dig that..."
said Carl, and passed Jesus a stick of Juicy Fruit...

..." Trustafaeri..." said Jesus, to himself.
" My god is this net ? I keep safely centered between these freaks and the reality
that there's always some net beneath me ?... or a key stashed somewhere
a phone number or address... A person is always there and glad to see us
and we can stay as long as we want..How come it's never hard ?..." thought Jesus...
Chewin' the Juicy Fruit gum...lil' Mocos a kickin'...

So, Where ya'll goin'...? " asked Carl, chompin' away
on a few sticks a juicyfruit...

Jesus thought..." Wonder if Death knows I'm gone yet...?
Ahhhh, I'm sorry, what did you say...? ".

To be continued...

Be well todo mundo,

J.Level

Foto: mustafa
c 2008 " on the freak show and it passing thru the valley of the shadow of death pt 16"

...it's as if their all lookin' at ya huh ?

22.09.08
Vashon,Wa.

...Things remain in flux.
rainin'
strange vibes
just like normal.
What next, hummm...

Be well todo mundo,

J.Level

lettin go...#5

It's done.
I feel free again.
Less weight.
Less hate.
Less...
Saw some awful shit go down
many lies
and betrayls
many lies...
many lies.
The words " I love you "
comming from anyone will
forever be so carefully examied and
weighed for it's potiental effects
and damages.
There will be no more words on this subject
or those paintings
It's done.
I have learned much.
Mostly bad,
but learned much...


J.Level

fotos:©spl2006 "Gato y Perro" 30x120 cm oil on linen. " Manolin live" 70x158cm oil on canvas

" Ultima cena con payasos" 70x60cm oil on canvas

Threats of a poker game...

20.09.08
Vashon,wa.

So I am home.
Feels real.
D. is cool as they get
sez theres to be
some high stakes poker ( 20$ limit)
a gonna be played around
the ranch.
Cool. Got that cool green visor
and surely can come up
with some Cuban cigars...
let's see then there's
chips and huge ham sandwiches
beer, lot's of beer
and those little beer nuts everyone will
eventually be throwing acrossed
the table at Don...
Real life,
in a real place called Middle Earth...
all good.

Be well todo mundo...

J. Level

...and a friend from portland said I spammed him
the other day when I sent out my new fone number
to the friends, family, and the faithful...you know
I punched "Everyone"... I spammed. I am a spammer.
I will never do that again. Advice: "...you put it in the "Bcc"
box, and it isn't included on the list of addresses that
show in the " To " list.... Never knew what that box was for
Now we all do. Can agitate some folks... Sorry Portland.
I'm in therapy, and will bring it up next week.... JL

lettin'go...#4

lettin' go... # 3