Hiatus Kaiyote - Borderline with My Atoms (Live at The Corner)
Melt into the other world Melt Melt He saw my eyes turn gold and reptile I dream tonight bare and baptised, bear and baptised, Coyote bones flex the muscle of animal spirit old A bond so simple Borderline with my atoms borderline with my atoms borderline with my atoms borderline in time it alkalines After the coal has settled deep beneath ash resting quiet as silk the remedy tampers the willing A ripe submergence of the highest order no borders After the coal has settled deep beneath ash resting quiet as silk the remedy tampers the willing A ripe submergence of the highest order No borders Borderline with my atoms borderline with my atoms borderline with my atoms borderline with my atoms
I saw some neat trash on the way to the station this morning but couldn’t get it because we had to catch the train and i was planning on getting it on the way home but uh. at the crossing right outside jefferson there was this white guy who came around the corner carrying a speaker that was blasting some interminable rap about judgment day and damnation and being tortured in hell for over a hundred years. and at first I’m like, fine, whatever, I had to walk past kirkbride jesus at least once a week for four solid years I can deal with this.
but then like. he was right behind me or across the street from me. for a really long time. I thought that maybe he would loop around the block or whatever, like that was his block, but he was just there several feet away from me for a long ass time. like, four or five blocks? and I would think that the music was fading and he was getting further away but then the wind would shift and I’d look and he’d still be there. across the street or a ways back from me. but within my line of sight. and there weren’t a lot of people around. I dashed across every crosswalk hoping the light would turn before he could make it. I didn’t lose him until I was walking (practically running) under the tunnel/bridge right by the electric plant, which is maybe two or three minutes from my apartment (but which I traveled way faster because holy shit I was fucking terrified).
like, it was weird as fuck, and scary, and it gets really empty on the streets closest to my apartment, and I’ve got my dyed undercut and a bow tie on with my men’s dress pants and flouncy coat so I’m looking pretty fucking gay and gender-ish near this guy and his speaker blaring about judgment day. I was ready for something really bad to happen. so. not a good walk home tonight, lads.
I got to
Baltimore on Tuesday afternoon, 10 days after Freddie Gray died. On my
way here, reports of rioting, violence, tear gas and clashes were all
over the TV and radio.
I walked to the corner of North Ave. and Pennsylvania in bright spring
sunshine, amid jazz music, thoughtful conversations, dancing, and
Small children were everywhere underfoot. Words like justice, peace, and nonviolence were on everyone’s lips.
helped to clean up the burned-out CVS on the corner. Speakers insisted
on respect for the curfew, and condemned the chaos of the night before.
For about 23½ hours a day since I’ve been here, I’ve seen nothing but peaceful protest.
the end of Tuesday night, over cries for calm and the best efforts of
community organizers to keep the peace, a very small group of protesters
threw some things — mostly plastic water bottles at police — and they
eventually responded with rubber bullets and tear gas to clear the
But I was honestly surprised they did, because at that point the media easily outnumbered protesters 3-to-1.
on network news in my hotel room, I see the same loops of these brief
moments of violence over and over, with the name of the city plastered
across images of fire and mayhem.
these things happened. Yes, they are important. Yes, at night there has
been a little bit of violence. And yes, it’s a response to
violence — so violence is a big part of this story. And yes, that’s why
the eyes of the world are on these issues, to a certain extent.
mostly I’ve been photographing children holding flowers, women dancing
and waving flags, church groups, young men with thought-provoking
homemade signs, permitted marches, and a resounding insistence on calm
from community leaders.
have covered many protests, including in Ferguson last summer, and the
response to Eric Garner’s death in New York City. I have never seen a
protest movement where the community was so angry with the media.
night, as we converge at North and Penn, waiting to see if violence
will break out, community leaders beg for the media to go home. Furious
protesters rage against parachute journalism, and ask why we’re
spreading lies about them. Turning on the news, I can understand why.
me, these photos are what the Baltimore protests actually look like: a
community that is taking a stand peacefully and gracefully, after a
moment of protest-related violence. And what many here say is a lifetime
of violence by the state.