New striking book: HYPER: An Electromagnetic Chapbook by Chellis Glendinning

This blogger is TRUMPETING a ground-breaking poetry chapbook, HYPER: An Electromagnetic Chapbook by Chellis Glendinning, prefaced by Olle Johnansson.

This intense, well-crafted collection of brain-splitting poetry is the first collection of poems on the subject of what humans are doing to the world and each other via microwave wireless electro-pollution. Each piece is revealing and thought provoking.

One favorite, called "life expectancy," begins,
pierce the sky
magnetize the molecule
prick the mind
200 electroshocks per second...

"suit up" is also very meaningful to electro-sensitive people.

The scope and feeling of the collection give a sense of where we come from and where we are going in a microwave-crazed world. This is a must read for any person on the planet who cares about life itself. Order the book today, since it takes a few weeks to come from the author in Brazil; it is well worth the wait.

Find additional information here.

Poem: Like the Titanic

On April 14, 1912 the Titanic steamship sank due to human error and lack of precautionary action. The movie features some powerful images, including that of a mother in a lower cabin tucking in her two young children, knowing they have no chance to get out. The image moved me then and came back to my mind today, resulting in a poem appropriate for this site.

Like the Titanic

May we remain as calm

as the mother tucking in
her two sleepy-eyed children
to bed in their Titanic cabin

as feet pounded and voices swelled
through the outer hall in waves
until an eerie silence
framed the off-kilter place.

And now we kiss our own

on their soft, familiar heads,
hiding our loosened tears in their hair,
shielding their ears and eyes

from what we see is coming
with our own aching eyes -
the unwitting world being veered
into a microwave sea

where the ancient hulls of our genomes
breached by the pulsing waves
despite what the blind captains say
can never be restored.

Let’s shut our cabin doors
though there will be no stampede.

Let's squeeze our families in daily embraces,
make prayers and music to soothe.

Though our DNA be doomed
through irrevocable folly
it does not mean we cannot rally
for moments sheltering peace.

Poetry against smart meters

Poets have begun pouring out expressions against forced smart meters. If you know of any others, please let us know so we can post them. (all copyrights retained by the authors.)





From Sinead of the Loch at AllPoetry.com

Zapped

 

From 2013 Wisconson Poets' Calendar, and on poetry wall, 100 Thousand Poets for Change 

Dear Someone,

Please pull the
cell towers
down in my
neighborhood
so I can
concentrate
enough to
do homework

Please turn off
the Wi-Fi
at my school
so I don’t
have to take
medicine
for my heart

And please change
back our smart
meters to
safer ones
so mom can
stop sleeping
in her car
on the street

 

Featured with illustrating photos at Stop Smart Meters:

Ode to the Toxic Smart Meter

Smartmeter Poem: “The Devil” by Ellen Cecil

Adapted from an original Poem by Anonymous

 

 

Wish List (of people sensitive to microwave emissions)

We yearn for just a few towns with less cell towers, Wi-Fi and smart meters
where we could live without getting sick. If not towns then how about
neighborhoods with people who care about our needs. No such
places? We’d welcome a sprinkling of rural houses out of
range of wireless broadband. With no guarantee of that,
we would accept one fully shielded room in our homes
or apartments if we could afford it – but many of us
can’t. Okay, okay, we understand, you won’t
give up your gadgets and apps so we must
take what we can get: the only
microwave-safe abodes,
6-foot deep in the
grassy slope.

 

Disclaimer: views of the poets are their own, not necessarily this blog's

 

 

History of Microwave Mania: Silent Wireless Spring says it all

Anti-microwave radiation trail blazer Arthur Firstenberg exposes the calculated moves by powerful groups in the U.S. and internationally to push forward with a technology that has been proven for decades to be extremely harmful to living creatures. Firstenberg is a founding father, who early on spread the sane and sobering truth about where we are headed. His 2007 article speaks about the dangerous place we are today, despite the willful ignorance of those who refuse to see.

He writes:

One can imagine two very different futures. In one, these stories appear on the front pages of The New York Times and The Wall Street Journal. The Food and Drug Administration suspends cell phone sales, and the Federal Communications Commission shuts down cell towers. Cities stop building Wi-Fi networks. Internet cafes dismantle antennas and install cables. Public service announcements tell people to put wires back on their home phones and computers. Wireless technology takes a place in history beside other mistakes like lead water pipes, asbestos insulation, thalidomide and DDT.

In the other future nothing changes. The news media continue to ignore those stories, and many others like them. Governments issue no warnings, and take no steps to protect the public or the environment.

We are waist-deep in "the other future." Add in many consumers' growing dependence on and addiction to cell phone products and apps, plus utility, educational and medical groups at the alter of wireless technology, and maybe we are neck-deep?

Many people have symptoms of Radiofrequency Sickness/Microwave Sickness but are unaware of the environmental cause. The growing number of people realizing they have this sensitivity must deal with a culture that would rather ridicule their sensitivity or call it psychological than take in the truth. We are a consumer culture and people like their stuff. They like to point out that all these microwave devices are legal. Of course, this is due to morbidly outdated and lax federal standards. (see Firstenberg's article for historical details)

The questions remain: Are we a stupid culture, unable to understand new information, even with facts staring us in the face? Are we a gullible culture that believes what the authorities tell us even if our experience says otherwise? Are we a cruel and selfish culture that wants what we want no matter what affect it has on others? Before these questions can be wholly answered, the culture must be exposed to the truth and given a chance to understand. And that it where Mr. Firstenberg and the rest of us are working.

Note: Arthur Firstenberg, for his early and continued work and articles bringing the reality of bio-effects from RF/MW to light, is now designated as a FDNHB Hero.

Smart Meter Cartoons are all the RAGE

How about some comic relief in the smart meter battles?
Check these out:

Innovative smart meter use for utility execs

Smart meter stare down 

Poor, lonely smart meters

Smart meter zombie

Another use for smart meters

Microwave Nation is a series of cartoons at Pixton relating to smart meters and wireless.

Microwave Nation: Utility Man

Microwave Nation: Sick from Meter

Microwave Nation: Unite to Fight Smart Meters!

And I leave you with a poem that may give you some fresh ideas about what you could do with your smart meter. The exercise was to write a poem using these five words:

inevitable
flypaper
pretzel
pillow
Chevrolet

Ode to the toxic “smart meter"

(the utility refuses to remove)

Your demise is inevitable.

Someday, I’ll stick you to flypaper    
and take you to the range for target practice.     
I’ll twist your smoking innards into pretzels
and hold you under a pillow to suffocate your last spark.    
Stuffing you in a black trash bag, I’ll dump you in the trunk    
of my ’69 Chevy and gun it to the nearest cliff.

Poking the shiny chrome nose over the teetering edge,
I’ll scramble out, and push, sending you down,
down to the jagged, foam-covered rocks below.
Even if they find the banged up wreck,
they’ll never ID your smashed remains.

Finally, Songs and Poetry about Smart Meters...

We've all been waiting for songs and poems about the perils of smart meter and other transmitting radiofrequency devices, right? So, here is the first batch I have found at an informative Texas anti-smart meter site.

And here is one of my poems on the highly charged topic. I included it with my comments to the Department of Justice about classifying EHS (electrical hyper-sensitivity) as a functional impairment. Please share it if you like.

Goose Journal: Woodlake, Wisconsin

On November tenth, jogging around Woodlake, I whisper
to a lone goose angling away from the just-landed gaggle,
“Why not go with them?” But it holds the distance.

November eleventh, it struts from beneath an overturned boat
to block my path, hissing and flapping, one wing bent awry.
I stand with the furious goose and hiss along at the injustice.

On the twenty-sixth, ice claws the edge of the water.
The goose, with puffed-out feathers, paddles at the center
as I sprint to thaw stiff toes under wool socks and Reeboks.

December second, the goose is gone. A piercing wind
slaps tears from my eyes as I pound on alone, unable to join
my own kind at the gym where the WiFi numbs my joints and wits.

As my species flies towards the microwave-steeped horizon,
on January ninth, trudging beside Woodlake, I pray
for others like me or that goose – losers in nature’s race.