corner speaker


Hiatus Kaiyote - Borderline with My Atoms (Live at The Corner)

Melt into the other world
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.

  • Teacher: So, today as you know it's a half day but we're going to be going to the Auditorium later on because the principal will be giving us a speech about how words matter.
  • Student 1: So, does that mean we have no classes?
  • Teacher: Yes, each advisory will be paired with one other advisory and will be going to different sessions with police officers because they are going to talk about what they do.
  • Class: YAY
  • Student 2: What advisory are we paired with?
  • Teacher: Mr. Palmer
  • Student 2: YAY
  • ~Time comes to go to the session~
  • >we sit down and play seven up and four corners because the speaker didn't show up first rotation so my advisory and Mr. Palmer's played seven up and four corners<
  • ~Time to switch to next rotation~
  • >we sit down and the cop speaks about car crashes<
  • ~Time to go to the auditorium~
  • >I sit with my friend Oliver and Julia sits in between Oliver and I<
  • >My friend Hannah is summoning me but I motion for her to come sit on the other side of me<
  • >She sits on the other side of me<
  • >Principal starts talking<
  • Hannah: *nudges me* Hey, sorry I wasn't at school yesterday
  • Me: It's okay Hannah! I missed you a shit ton though
  • Hannah: Awe! Ronnie, you're so sweet!!! *giggles silently and kind of blushes*
  • >Principal is talking<
  • Me: *smiles* Thank you Hannah! I like your haircut by the way!
  • Hannah: Thank you! *whispering because of principal*
  • Me: *giggles* No prob
  • Hannah: *forms her hands in the shape of a heart and looks at me*
  • Me: *blushes a bit* Hehe cutie
  • Hannah: *giggle*
  • Me: *makes a heart with my hands as well only makes it look like the heart has angel wings*
  • Hannah: *turns a bright shade of red and smiles*
  • Principal: Words DO matter
  • Me: *nodding in agreement* Mhm tell me more
  • Hannah: *snickers*
  • Principal: Words DO matter
  • Me: Say that one more time
  • Hannah: *practically pissing her pants because every time principal says WORDS DO MATTER I give a sarcastic response*
  • Me: 'bout time
  • ~Principal plays a video: To This Day~
  • >Video plays<
  • ...
  • Julia: *starts crying because the video is sad and relatable*
  • Me: *basically sobbing because I can easily relate to that video*
  • Hannah: *looks at me like what*
  • Me: *whispers to Hannah* This is basically everything I couldn't say last year
  • Hannah: *realizes what I mean and starts basically crying*
  • ~Video is 7 minutes long but ends after what feels like 20 minutes~
  • >Principal continues talking about WORDS MATTER<
  • ~We all leave and me, Hannah, Julia, Oliver, the girls in front of us are all basically sobbing~
The True Face of the Revolt

What We’re Getting Wrong About Baltimore

By Natalie Keyssar

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.

But I walked to the corner of North Ave. and Pennsylvania in bright spring sunshine, amid jazz music, thoughtful conversations, dancing, and clapping.

Small children were everywhere underfoot. Words like justice, peace, and nonviolence were on everyone’s lips.

People 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.

At 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 streets.

But I was honestly surprised they did, because at that point the media easily outnumbered protesters 3-to-1.

Turning 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.

Yes, 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.

But 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.

I 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.

At 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.

To 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.

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Hey 1DHQ, more private areas of London if you need any suggestions
  • Speakers’ Corner, Hyde Park
  • Diana’s memorial, Harrods
  • Stables Market, Camden Town
  • Oxford Circus 
  • Leicester Square, during a movie premiere