members of the Critical Art Ensemble subpoenaed

On the morning of May 30, two members of the Critical Art Ensemble were
subpoenaed by the FBI on their way to the "Interventionists" art show in
which their work appears.

The FBI, we now know, will seek to indict Steve Kurtz before a grand jury in
Buffalo, NY on June 15 on charges related to "bioweapons." Incredible as
this may sound, it is true. More details to follow.

Financial and other help are more urgently needed now than ever. Thanks to
all who have already helped or volunteered to do so.

They just showed this cartoon on the "now" show on PBS. I thought it was good so maybe you will to.

Haha, That A person is pretty funny but so is Paul. All I know is that I don't want to visit the speak up sight. It seems like in must be politically based and I don't know if I give a shit about western New York. I don't think I do, I mean I live here but only for a few years, hopefully I can find a satisfying way to get out of this country at some point. I'm not to into American values and lately it's to easy to feel threatened by the government even when you're not doing anything dangerous. There is to much hostility in this country! I wanna run away with my tail between my legs and raise my own animals to butcher and eat.

Down here you'll find some stuff off the Atlanta Artist list serve thing.

Subj: Re: [ARTNEWS] Art and Politics
Date: 5/30/04 2:15:10 PM Eastern Daylight Time
From: carrlevy@bellsouth.net
To: artnews@pd.org


What's interesting about this is that the pictures appeared in every
newspaper around the world. When it enters a gallery and becomes "art"
then the direct assaults begin. Chilling wrap up- now we have a 12 yr
old investigated by the secret service, a teacher fired because of a
poem, an artist/ prof having things seized by the FBI and a gallery
owner threatened. These are indicators of a broader, scarier than ever
New American Fascism. The NAF is disguised in the Patriot Act. This
type of incremental creep allows for greater injustices in the future.
Unfortunately the list I mentioned above will grow and grow and grow





SF gallery owner becomes target after showcasing painting of Iraqi
prisoner abuse
- LISA LEFF, Associated Press Writer
Saturday, May 29, 2004


(05-29) 17:10 PDT SAN FRANCISCO (AP) --

After displaying a painting of U.S. soldiers torturing Iraqi
prisoners, a San Francisco gallery owner bears a painful reminder of
the nation's unresolved anguish over the incidents at Abu Ghraib -- a
black eye and bloodied brow delivered by an unknown assailant who
apparently objected to the art work.

The assault outside the Capobianco gallery in the city's North Beach
district Thursday night was the worst, but only the latest in a string
of verbal and physical attacks that have been directed at owner Lori
Haigh since the painting, titled "Abuse," was installed there on May
16.

Last Wednesday, concerned for the safety of her two children, ages 14
and 4, who often accompanied her to work, Haigh decided to close the
gallery indefinitely.

Painted by Berkeley artist Guy Colwell, "Abuse," the painting at the
center of the controversy, depicts three U.S. soldiers leering at a
group of naked men in hoods with wires connected to their bodies. The
one in the foreground has a blood-spattered American flag patch on his
uniform. In the background, a soldier in sunglasses guards a
blindfolded woman.

The painting was part of a larger show of Colwell's work that mostly
featured pastel-colored abstracts.

Two days after the painting went up in a front window, someone threw
eggs and dumped trash on the doorstep. Haigh said she didn't think to
connect it to the black-and-white interpretation of the events at
Baghdad's notorious prison until people started leaving nasty messages
and threats on her business answering machine.

"I think you need to get your gallery out of this neighborhood before
you get hurt," one caller said.

Even after she removed the painting from the window, the criticism
continued thanks to news coverage about the gallery's troubles. The
answering machine recorded new calls from people accusing her of being
a coward for taking the picture
do
wn. Last weekend, a man walked into
the gallery, pretended to scrutinize the art work for a moment, then
marched up to Haigh's desk and spat directly in her face.

On Thursday, someone knocked on the door of the gallery, then punched
Haigh in the face when she stepped outside.

"This isn't art-politics central here at all," Haigh said. "I'm not
here to make a stand. I never set out to be a crusader or a political
activist."

In closing the gallery, Haigh was forced to cancel an upcoming show
featuring counterculture artist Winston Smith. She covered the windows
of the gallery with old newspapers from Sept. 11, 2003 that included
stories about the war, a statement she insists was coincidental.

For Haigh, who opened Capobianco a year-and-a-half ago, having the
chance to work with prominent artists fulfilled a lifelong dream.

"I kept thinking someday I'll have enough of a reputation where I
could bring in my heroes of the art world, people like Guy Colwell
especially," she said.

The irony of the attacks hasn't been lost on Haigh. Among the
expressions of support she's received since shuttering the gallery, her
favorite is an e-mail whose writer said, "I'm sure that a few and
dangerous minds don't understand that they have only mimicked the same
perversity this painting had expressed."

The abuse also has soured her on North Beach, the Italian-American
neighborhood that spawned the Beat Generation. Long considered a
bastion of free speech, it is also home to many old-time San
Franciscans. Haigh believes "it is the locals" who first took aim at
her gallery since it's on a mostly residential street and she hadn't
advertised Cowell's show when the threats started.

But others in the neighborhood have gone out of their way to offer
encouragement and sympathy, among them poet Lawrence Ferlinghetti,
owner of the famed City Lights bookstore. Outside the gallery on
Friday, someone had left a bouquet of flowers along with a note
reading, "The woman who ran this gallery is a brave and honorable
woman. ... She is a true American and a real patriot."

San Francisco police are investigating the incidents and have stepped
up patrols around the gallery while Haigh finishes closing up shop.

Colwell stopped by on Friday and refused to discuss his work or the
reaction to it, saying only, "I'm sorry if this is putting pressure on
Lori."

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I'm planning on getting ripped and singing a few at the Tudor lounge! Come on out and make an ass of yourself with me!

I kept telling people in Georgia about Steve's FBI trouble. I told my Mom and sister he's been building anthrax simulates to study for a book he was gonna write and they got freaked out and sided with the old govt. Ignorance is terrorism. People with less fear in their hearts just thinks it's sad.
I'm sad for myself. I know it's selfish but I was looking forward to Steve being around this summer and now, even if he is around, and I hope he is, ittle be weird cause what can I do to help? I'm not a therapist or even very sensitive. I'm about to become a part time flower waterer? I wish I were the governor of NY or something then I might have some power or prestige or something stupid like that.

My week long trip is over.
This morning I woke up to the sound of my boyfriend's roommate coming into their apartment. Andy crawled out of our twin bed and gave the guy his car keys. I was in my "I'm having a girl moment ... get lost" shirt, which Andy found very attractive for some reason. I was sweaty smelling like a human being.
I got up fixed my self a glass of water and smoked a cigarette. Then I crawled back into the bed with Andy. After that we both got out of bed and went into the living room and made our various phone calls. Andy is looking for a new place to live right now.
His future roommate, Ben, came over and we all went to eat at the Majestic and I smoked a gillizion cigarettes inside that place. Then Ben took me by the contemporary to drop off a tape to Mary and Satan was there and he asked if he could touch my breast. I said no and went back to the car where Ben and Andy were waiting. They dumped me out at the MARTA station.
While on the train I became mesmerized. The power lines were bobbing up and down against a bright blue sky with puffy white clouds as I was flying on wheels. I searched below my breast to make sure I didn't have sweat marks from the humid heat combined with carrying heavy bags on heels. I just barely made it onto my stand by flight at 5 PM.
The flight got into buffalo at 7PM and I knew I was home as we dropped through the clouds into a chilled, gray, and drizzly environment. Soyeon was waiting for me and she rambled on about a million things to do and I realized that my pace is a bit different from my time down south.

I've been reading short stories by Joyce Carol Oates. I've been curious about her writing since I video taped the talk at UB. She's a great writer, I suspected I would feel this way about her work. My Mom bought me, Faithless, a book of short stories by Oates. I've been going right through it. There is something comforting about her storytelling as depressing as it is. She set's a lot of the stories in small towns around Buffalo. Damn they're good but heavy I had to take a break from them.
I had a great day yesterday. I baby-sat Kiah for a long time, then went to eat with my family to celebrate my mom's retirement, and then I drove with my sister to Atlanta for a night on the town. I was wearing a low cut shirt, the Jesse shoes, and a blue jean mini skirt my Mom got me at Walmart the day before. I've never felt so sexy and virile in Walmart clothing ever before.
Well, Lori and I stopped by Andy's and picked him up and made him be out designated driver. Then we went out to a couple bars. Buffalo kicks Atlanta's ass as far as bars go but my sister loves to drink so we went out anyway but the bars close at 2!!! This is new it used to be 4. So at two we stopped by the gas station got more beer and headed back to Andy's and got baked.
I had the giggles. I kept reminiscing with Lori about our small town upbringing. We started talking about the big town festival, which as a child I pronounced Festabull. Andy made lots of fun of that with his straw chewing hillbilly impersonation. Eventually we all got tired and went to sleep, my sister on the futon and me with Andy.
Andy tried on my panties. He looked great in them. They were white cotton Grannie panties (very similar to manties), also a recent Walmart purchase. He really did fill them out nicely though, maybe I just admired it because he had a semi hard on and he has a lovely Dick. Whatever the case we ended up making love a few times, and I call it making love because in the middle of it he repeatedly told me "I love you, I love you" and so on. I didn't say it back I just giggled, I think. We had some good sex, I think I've got my mojo back.
We all got up around 11. We went to taco bell and then to the salvation army. Andy bought my clothes, that sucka, I got a orangeish polyester blazer and some jeans that fit like a glove. After that me and Lori dumped Andy out and headed back to Adairsville. We hit crazy traffic. Then we stopped by a clothing store and I got a funny shirt that says "I'm having a girl moment... Get lost!" I hate these kind of shirts but this one has puffed sleeves so I couldn't pass it up, well, that and it was only 3 dollars. Then we went to target and got a kiddy lease for Kiah so my Mom can keep up with her and Gracie when they go to the Bahamas next week.

Miss Kiah


Miss Gracie

The temperature here is 81. I'm attempting to clean this house, my dear old Mom and dads house but it's such a cluttered mass of disorganization that I'm not sure if it's possible.
Still I have to try so that way, if I ask for the use of a car and a little money to go with it they will be more likely to give in. There is an event at eyedrum tonight and I'd like to go and see if I can see some familiar people.
I had a strange involving a monologue I did in high school called Animal Salvation. I was in the gym at my old high school and everyone was sitting on one side of the room. I was trying to get over to the other side to sit because I pretty much despised everyone I was around. I guess the dream was about being out of place.
It was strange the other night when I spent the night with my boyfriend because I noticed the sheets on his bed were the same sheets that I lost my virginity on. I switched beds with Andy last year because his bed was to big for his new place.
Andy and I had sex, of course, I told myself that I wasn't going to but then there we were laying together in a twin bed and its 80 degrees outside and stuffy as hell in their apartment so I had to get necked and so did he and after that...
It wasn't great sex. I thought it was uncomfortable (thinking to much about my vaginal depth and cervix). He orgasamed and made these uhhh oh oh noises. I guess he had a pretty good orgasm because he was on hard for a while (thanks to a condom) I asked him if he faked his orgasm and he got offended and said it's normal to make noise during sex, not everybody is totally silent ya know? He was referring to me because usually the most noise I make involves breathing rather than moaning and screaming.
but yeah, I'll hang out with him again sometime.
My 3 yr. old niece Kiah is turning mean a little, she's says "your stupid and I'm not your best friend" knowing full and well that I'm smart and she is my best friend.