Climate Change Painting Series

Andrew Carr has painted a series depicting weatherpeople of the 2010-2014 era reporting on extreme weather events. Each painting links to further details on the event depicted.

Broken Records reveals many faces of climate change – from the slaphappy smiles of our weather prophets to the extreme weather events afflicting nations across the geographic and political spectrums.

Broken Records is a time capsule of inaction, circa 2010-2014. In 50 years, as the children of both believers and disbelievers face the long term consequences of climate change, they will wonder how we could have forecasted our doom with such sexually-infused, hyperactive ignorance.

Aesthetically, weather reports provided another opportunity to use “my colors” – the vivid, intense hues also seen in Game Shows and Prom Girls. I did not paint from still images, but rather clipped together the most apt elements of various weather reports to convey a time, a culture, and a missed opportunity to panic.

View the paintings at Broken Records.

The Desert Star

by Unblind

There once was a little boy, who lived in the Middle East.

His family had been murdered when bombs rained in the streets.

He huddled silent upon the rubble of his crumbled home,

Suffering, starving, terrified, he survived there on his own.

Fire lit skies from ravaged landscapes burned into the night,

But when the smoke clouds cleared a lonely star came into sight.

Deep from within his broken heart, the boy wept out his wish;

End the massacre of his people by the hands of the Western Rich.

There was something magical in that star,

No one could understand it.

Even the boy didn’t realize that his wish would soon be granted.

What then followed was not what he had perceived,

Something far more incredible would make the world believe.

An army of one million spirits taken by the war,

Rose up from their graves that night to walk the earth once more.

They marched in silence hand in hand, mother father, child,

Through the endless battlefields that spread for miles and miles.

When the invaders’ outposts had finally been reached,

The spirits simply stood there until the gunfire ceased.

The soldiers were all dumbfounded as they looked on in disbelief,

There they stood hand in hand the spirits of their casualties.

One by one the soldiers dropped their heavy guns,

Staring at the ghostly faces, they realised what they had done.

Thinking of their own families and of those who they loved best,

The soldiers stripped off their uniforms, turned and headed to the West.

War machines stood empty, with weapons in the sand,

Smoke cleared to blue sky as peace fell upon the land.

The little boy stood there smiling, for his wish had come true,

Now he stared up at his mother’s face and asked;

“Can I come with you?”

The spirit embraced her child and gave him one last kiss,

She took his little hand in hers and granted him his wish.

His soul followed the others as they floated to the light,

Free from their deaths misery, they each glowed with renewed delight.

Wide-awake the world now sees,

Through the eyes of others new found empathy.


also see Unblind’s “Older But Not Wiser…”

“All These Days I” by Jamie Little and the filthy politicians

the filthy politicians, with Jamie Little, make a musical (and succinctly logical) argument for forcibly stopping the insane dominant culture, which is akin to an axe murderer frantically killing everything within reach. They reiterate a point often made by Deep Green Resistance: we need it all in this fight – propagandists and fighters, books and bullets. And those fighters on the front lines depend on supplies from a support base. There’s a place for everyone in this culture of resistance, so find yours before it’s too late for life.

Listen to this track and read the lyrics below, and hear more songs at the filthy politicians on bandcamp and at the filthy politicians on soundcloud.

all the days i threw away

it’s obvious i just don’t trust what comes my way

all the days i walked away

i never realized what controls my mind to be

check it – for every day i just threw away

now i’m grown up or so they say

all this bullshit comin my way

but i’m told this is life – til i’m old i should stay

in line like a rollerblade

but fuck that this life ain’t an arcade

do you think it’s a game to the slave who made

your i phone, blue jeans, or your microwave? no

no, and yo it’s not your fault

but we’re livin in the midst of a heist from the vault

nothin is sacred – for riches they’ll rape it

take a look around before the forest is pavement

tell me where the ice caps, whales, and their ways went

why i should give a fuck about outer space when

runnin away ain’t the answer

we can’t escape it – we need to stop the cancer

stop creatin and makin poison

stop feedin it to all the little girls and boys and

stop burning oil, stop all this toil, stop bein loyal

to the same system that destroyed the soil

to the way of life that made this pot boil

your privilege is faced with a choice to continue

keep on keepin on or do you have it in you?

to reject all their bribery

it’s not for the poor it’s for you an me so

we gotta re-imagine – we gotta fight back

and not stop until we’ve stopped their attack

it’s not abstract – it’s as clear as day

there’s an axe murderer and he’s swingin away

but with so much already gone we’ve got used to livin this way

but all we’ve ever seen is proof

that this shit won’t stop anytime soon

if we don’t act now then we seal our fate

if they have their way it’s gonna be too late so

go do what you gotta do

get a bullet or a book or a breath or a clue

this depends on me, it depends on you

life is the front line – sad but true

we don’t all have to fight

but for supplies in the night, can we depend on you?

Older but not wiser…

by Unblind

I love you Dad, I really do.

So, it kills me to feel this way about you.

There was a time when we could converse, talk late into the night about the universe.

We shared stories, sipped drinks and poked fun at the world, we agree on so much it was great to be heard.

Your opinions were from life and they were your own, you gave me advice when I felt so alone.

I valued your views and made mine the same, never could I of guessed that that would some day change…

We barely talk now when we get together, the only safe topic seems to be the weather.

The stories you share now all come from TV, there’s nothing about you, us, or your family.

Your opinions aren’t your own, in fact they’re quite sour, we can’t talk politics or we argue for hours.

Your views no longer make sense they are based on the news, we’re at odds now even my kids are confused.

I love this planet, you used to love it too. Can’t you tell from the villains and those who speak true?

You challenge every thing that I say, yet you don’t take a minute to see things my way.

It hurts to be belittled by someone you trust, I guess we’re done talking….

I’ll just leave you to rust….

New ebook: “100 Daily Affirmations for Revolutionary Proletarian Militants”

Stephanie McMillan has a new ebook available for downloading, for $2.99: “100 Daily Affirmations for Revolutionary Proletarian Militants”. The ebook is a collection of hints of encouragement for those who want to destroy global capitalism, paired with cute drawings.

You can also view all the Affirmations at Stephane McMillan’s website for free, but you may like having a collection all in one place, and buying the ebook is a great way to support her work!

“142 Years” by Drew Wadden and the filthy politicians

This collaboration between the filthy politicians and Drew Wadden provides a concise summary of the trajectory of civilization, then challenges the listener with a fundamental moral question: what are you going to do about it?

Listen to “142 Years” from the album Modern Man and read the lyrics below, and hear more songs at the filthy politicians on bandcamp and at the filthy politicians on soundcloud.

do you believe that you will die at the end of your life?

what do you think that you will do when nobody can find you?

shit- if we leave here just like this

the way it is now right now

it’s a crime scene past time we quit

we’ve filled paradise full of maggots and shit

which when left to their own are a part of the cycle

but that’s blown sky high by a psycho

cancer of a culture that conquered the world with agriculture

we ain’t been right with the world for awhile now

rocks, rivers, plants, and animals in exile

we killed the tribes in due course

and turned relationships into resource

extractors – manufacturers

turn the living world into plastic we’re

drownin in a sea of loneliness

flailin about for a long lost home it gets

hard to listen to the screams

when you wake up and take in the scene

people take up the meaningless memes

to disconnect is how we cope it seems

if he who dies with the most toys wins

mother earth cries but it’s lost in the din

does that man get to join the elders?

or does he wander the depths of hell?

if you sold your soul every time you

took a bite of the torture behind you

hid the light from the torch inside you

do you really think in the end we could find you?

if you sold your soul every time you

took a bite of the torture behind you

hid the light from the torch inside you

do you really think in the end we could find you?

you gotta wake up

you gotta wake up

we tear apart the world for what?

we’re still not happy – time to give it up

there’s always other ways – old ways – waitin

fight back why are we hesitatin?

we got zombie hearts with the brain rot

take a look inside – what do you got?

“Concrete” by the filthy politicians

A call to dig underneath the distractions and lies imposed on us by civilization, “Concrete” urges us to decolonize and join the side of the living. As always, the filthy politicians, joined on this Modern Man track by Drew Wadden, blend engaging rythm and melody with meaningful lyrics to draw listeners into a culture of resistance.

Listen to this track and read the lyrics below, and hear more songs at the filthy politicians on bandcamp and at the filthy politicians on soundcloud.

won’t tell you to put your hands up in the air

won’t tell you to put em anywhere

cuz you can put em up or down

all that really matters is you listen to the sound

and let it sink in get to thinkin

look reality in the eye without blinkin

don’t think that i don’t realize

that today if you want to reach the hearts and the minds

of these people that you need a beat to sweep them right off their feet

to reach deep underneath these sheets of concrete

that they been layin since you were playin in plastic sheets

and runnin through creeks now filled with chemical leaks

now tears are runnin down our chemical cheeks

cuz we don’t wanna go outside without makeup on

we can’t have fun without jager bombs

and this ain’t the way it’s supposed to be

ain’t supposed to lose somebody so close to me

in a car accident we shouldn’t have cars

but we’re all so used to all these scars

we build our own prison but we don’t see the bars

it shouldn’t be so hard at night to see the stars

won’t tell you to put your hands up in the air

won’t tell you to put em anywhere

cuz you can put em up or down

all that really matters is you listen to the sound

and let it sink in get to thinkin

look reality in the eye without blinkin

these days we’re taught conscious thought ain’t hot

your brain might be sayin tpain i am not

so i’m already workin against the fence

you might be sittin on but if you’re not then just pretend

we can take a thought and follow it to its end

just take a look around, what the fuck is happenin?

we shop til we drop for things that got made

half way around the motherfuckin world by slaves

if you got eyes to see take a look around

if you got ears to hear listen to the sound

of isolation, domestication

to the natural world we’re an alienation

and we sold the soul for the sweet sedation

of lonely sex robots on tv stations

it shouldn’t take flobots to show these bourgeois

the new boss is just like the old boss

won’t tell you to put your hands up in the air

won’t tell you to put em anywhere

cuz you can put em up or down

all that really matters is you listen to the sound

and let it sink in get to thinkin

look reality in the eye without blinkin

so if you got a breath of life left

and somethin inside you that’s more human than machine to guide you

then you just gotta dig it up listen to it an we’ll do it

you just gotta set it free then we can get to it

cuz the real enemy is all around

everyday they’re the ones that are holdin us down

cuz they know as long as we don’t know anything else

that we won’t know what it’s like to think for ourselves

and that’s half the problem is every debate

is framed to accept the existence of the state

with this history they write, the lies they tell

so we identify and we don’t rebel

we just eat the food and we watch the shows and

we consume exactly what they want us to know

but before we were consumin we were human at birth

gotta find our way back cuz we’re killin this earth

won’t tell you to put your hands up in the air

won’t tell you to put em anywhere

cuz you can put em up or down

all that really matters is you listen to the sound

and let it sink in get to thinkin

look reality in the eye without blinkin

River’s Song: A Poem

Calliope Braintree is the protagonist of two novels by Anne Pyterek, whose work explores rape culture from both the personal and planetary perspective. The poem River’s Song was “written” by Calliope as a tribute to the Chicago River, poisoned and channeled by industrial humans but still living a life of her own.

I am the Atoms and the Space in between,
the Unmanifested heard, felt, smelt, tasted and seen
I am Anger
and Forgiveness
all in one stream.
For I am the Source,

I am the Dream…
I am the scent of holy things,
the sound of shadowy, unseen wings…
ominous…
foretelling black endarkenings.
I flow slowly, ever to the Sea.

I am Wildness,
Authenticity.

Download the whole 40-page narrative poem for free: River’s Song: A Poem.