Celebrating the Creative Community of Venice.

Feed aggregator

Poetry: Home by Somali poet Warsan Shire

Venice Beachead - Wed, 10/07/2015 - 14:31

no one leaves home unless
home is the mouth of a shark
you only run for the border
when you see the whole city running as well
your neighbours running faster than you
breath bloody in their throats
the boy you went to school with
who kissed you dizzy behind the old tin factory
is holding a gun bigger than his body
you only leave home
when home won’t let you stay.
no one leaves home unless home chases you
fi re under feet
hot blood in your belly
it’s not something you ever thought of doing
until the blade burnt threats into
your neck
and even then you carried the anthem under
your breath
only tearing up your passport in an airport toilets sobbing as each mouthful of paper
made it clear that you wouldn’t be going back.
you have to understand,
that no one puts their children in a boat
unless the water is safer than the land
no one burns their palms
under trains
beneath carriages
no one spends days and nights in the stomach of a truck feeding on newspaper unless the miles travelled means something more than journey.
no one crawls under fences
no one wants to be beaten
no one chooses refugee camps
or strip searches where your
body is left aching
or prison,
because prison is safer
than a city of fi re
and one prison guard
in the night
is better than a truckload
of men who look like your father
no one could take it
no one could stomach it
no one skin would be tough enough
go home blacks
dirty immigrants
asylum seekers
sucking our country dry
niggers with their hands out
they smell strange
messed up their country and now they want
to mess ours up
how do the words
the dirty looks
roll off your backs
maybe because the blow is softer
than a limb torn off
or the words are more tender
than fourteen men between
your legs
or the insults are easier
to swallow
than rubble
than bone
than your child body
in pieces.
i want to go home,
but home is the mouth of a shark
home is the barrel of the gun
and no one would leave home
unless home chased you to the shore
unless home told you
to quicken your legs
leave your clothes behind
crawl through the desert
wade through the oceans
be hunger
forget pride
your survival is more important
no one leaves home until home is a sweaty voice in your ear
run away from me now
i dont know what i’ve become
but i know that anywhere
is safer than here.


Venice Beachead - Mon, 10/05/2015 - 18:46

The new Pope so far has been better than the last couple of Popes. However, some priests from California deceived and pressured him into making Father Serra a saint. He was a saint for Lucifer! Millions of Native Americans died because of him. Native American groups have been upset by the callous making this monster into a saint. Father Serra was the head of the evil Spanish Inquisition here in the West. He was known for self  inflicting beatings on himself and so thought nothing about the brutal beating of heathens. Native Americans in California were forced to give up their religions either by threat of death or by beatings. They were forced to build the missions and work in the mission fi
elds. They were forced to wear clothes even in the terrible heat. Califor-nia, Oregon and Washington had the largest populations of Native Americans in the U.S.A. Most of them either died of depression and disease or were hunted down and murdered. The treatment by the early priests here in Cal-ifornia of Native Americans was deplorable. The treat-ment of Indians by many early Protestants was usually also just as terrible. It was the prejudiced way that White Americans used to view Native Americans in those times. In the minds of the early California priests it was better a dead Injun than a heathen going to hell. Many Native Americans and many other people are sure that Father Serra also made it to hell.

  • Martin Sampson

Monae’s Memorial

Venice Beachead - Mon, 10/05/2015 - 18:38

Shakespeare’s Memorial

Venice Beachead - Mon, 10/05/2015 - 18:34

The Venice Vintage Motorcycle Rally Pin-Up Contest.

Venice Beachead - Mon, 10/05/2015 - 18:32

This is about half of the participants.

Venice Music Fest Collage

Venice Beachead - Mon, 10/05/2015 - 18:18


Venice Beachead - Sat, 10/03/2015 - 20:47

10-02 2012
This text was intended to be revealed after my last hand was dealt. After my ashes were sprinkled on a bench in a park in Las Vegas, the capitol of Disneyland. Since this plan is taking longer than I thought, “Now is always a good time.” You can quote me on that. So, in the spirit that every saint has a past and every sinner a future, I present “The Confessions of X Swami X.” This letter was delivered to the Beachhead

Confessions of X Swami X – from page 1
My long affinity for benches goes way back. I was discovered under a whimpering moon, Thursday night, December 17th 1925, on a park bench, during a recess of the Scopes Monkey Trial. The next day, surrounded by spectators, spontaneous laughter broke out and has echoed through my nervous system until December 17, 1968 when I was there for the debut of “Planet of the Apes.” What does this mean? It’s all foretold in the Mayan calendar, the ennegram, a sonogram, an anagram and various telegrams. The meaning escapes me at the moment. But I’ll get back to ya after some coffee and bad acid.
My parents were neither very poor or conspicuously honest. All my ancestors were born to be hanged. Under star crossed skies, they were “swingers” who suffered unplanned fatal falls off horses, scaffolding and benches.
My father, whom was never firmly established, might have been a cop. I always had more confidence in my mother because I was born in the same town where she was known to frequent. They met during regular business hours and had a stormy fifteen second relationship. The early years are a bit of a blur but I will be forever grateful to Judge Crater.
During WWII, I served in the Merchant Marines. Bowlegged and on the run from some rough tattooed bunk mates, I looked for deeper meaning in my not so divine comedy. In Italy, I got on a hot streak selling Jesus bubble-heads. The Pope got word of it, horned in on my concession and ran me out of town. I jumped ship in New Caledonia, waited out the war as a greeter in a bar and opium den called, “Mother’s Milk”. Got back to the states on a tramp steamer…..naturally. My parole officer sent me to a Hindu hustler named Swami Premananda. He had a rap instead of a rap sheet. His ashram was in D. C. Through exhaustive study and hallucinogenic vitamins, I learned the Swami code, “Have a good time, don’t hurt anybody and don’t get caught.” Twenty years of schooling and Harry William Hart become X Swami X. I was now a “swinger” but fortunately nobody sprung for the rope.
I like to talk but I’m shy. So, I hit the rode in a ’62 VW van with Rosey Palm, the one gal who never gave me any trouble, and could help out with the driving too. I had a lot on my mind crossing the country. Can I get Zsa Zsa Gabor’s phone number? I heard her sister lives in Palm Springs. Should I go back to the ashram and retrieve my Playboy magazines? What does a lynch mob look like? Has the guy I borrowed the car from, to get a haircut, called the police? I better keep moving. Where to go to get a docile crowd? California? Yes!
I hit all the hot spots as I hustled my act to the Pacific Ocean. I broke it up, at “The Burning Bush” in Pahrump. “The Dead Tortoise” in Blythe, “The Burnt Tortilla” in Barstow, and “The Rubber Room” in Needles. These were mere warm-ups for, “The Big Room” at Olive View Mental Institution. I got a lot of laughs from the straight-jacket set. I needed a note from my Swami to get me out and on the road to my destiny.
[ 1972] When you’re on the run and find you can’t go no-further, it’s Venice Beach. Where losers collect like driftwood, where Mayans, Muslims, and even Mormons are welcome, where nudity is cheaper than second-hand clothes, where the scent of pot and suntan lotion mingle in salty air, where monkeys fucking under a palm tree is considered entertainment, where Pollocks on credit stroll with banker’s daughters, where homos, hobos and hipsters are thrown together like washed up seaweed, where thousands migrate to bask in the sand, where cool blue waves struggle after a long journeys end, where a room and a view is cheap, where wine and cold beer are within staggering distance, where musicians, chainsaw jugglers, lawyers, pickpockets and comics work the unsuspecting, where a nude beach is an island of freedom, where the laws of Santa Monica and Marina Del Reno are out of bounds, I found my constituents, my comrades, my brothers and sisters, my audience.

Housing Committee – City Hall

Venice Neighborhood Council Events - Sat, 10/03/2015 - 14:42
Please see the meeting announcement below and check the agenda. There are really only three items (although several City Council Motions) involved:    1. 14-1697-S1 deals with Mandated Seismic Retrofits. This is not a discussion of a different proposed ordinance that deals with payment plans for required retrofitting and how that is to be split between tenants and landlords; rather this ordinance deals solely with the required retrofitting itself.   2. 15-0728 deals with preservation of RSO units   3. 15-0600-S3614-0268-S5, and 14-0268-S4 deal with enforcement of the Ellis Act.   The items under discussion at this meeting have potentially far-reaching consequences for Venice and the rest of the city. If you are interested in attending (and  possibly speaking), contact Council Person Bonin's office to reserve parking under City Hall.     To view the agenda ePackets with background documents please visit: https://cityclerk.lacity.org/councilagenda/

If you have a specific question concerning the attached Committee Agenda, please contact the Legislative Assistant listed on the agenda.

Land Use & Planning Committee Meeting

Venice Neighborhood Council Events - Fri, 10/02/2015 - 19:45

Due to a Family Emergency, the Agenda will be posted on Saturday October 3, 2015



2015 Rooftop party

Venice Papparazzi - Mon, 09/21/2015 - 14:00

Neighborhood Committee Meeting

Venice Neighborhood Council Events - Sun, 09/20/2015 - 12:45

The next meeting of the VNC Neighborhood Committee will be on Spetember 24th strarting at 7:30PM. The meeitng will be held at Oakwood Rec Center, 767 California Ave, Venice, CA. 90291. 


The agend for the meeting can be found at: www.venicenc.org/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/Agenda_Neighborhoods_150924.pdf


Short Term Rentals – Community Listening Session

Venice Neighborhood Council Events - Sat, 09/19/2015 - 12:07
The Department of City Planning would like to invite you and your constituents to one of three (quickly) upcoming community listening sessions we are holding on the issue of short-term rentals, sometimes known as home sharing or vacation rentals. Short term rental is generally defined as a residence or room that is rented to a visitor or guest for less than 30 days.    The three meetings will be held in West Los Angeles, North Hollywood and Downtown on September 29th, October 1st and October 3rd respectively. The meetings will be an opportunity to learn about the issue and provide input that will help shape the City's regulations regarding short terms rentals.    The City Council has directed the Department of City Planning to hold these meetings and then prepare an ordinance governing short-term rentals in Los Angeles. The motion and specific direction can be found attached to Council File 14-1635-S2.   Also, to help us better understand the various ideas and concerns about short term rentals we have prepared a short questionnaire we would encourage the public to complete. Copies will be available at the listening sessions as well.    Please see the attached flyer for more information. If you have any questions about the meetings or the issue of short terms rentals, do not hesitate to contact me directly.    Feel free to send this message to your constituents and/or include in your newsletters.   To view flyer, click here.

Theme by Danetsoft and Danang Probo Sayekti inspired by Maksimer