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Johnny Noiπ Oct 2018
The Ash Street Jail, housing inmates from Bristol County,
is located in New Bedford. Opening in 1829, it is the oldest
continuously operating jail in the United States.


Krista DelleFemine › Visual Culture
I prefer being a girl.                                I'm so grateful I'm not a man.

no one root for the 49s;     0%
Krista Delle Femine liked Visual Culture  
1                                       |  million people agree in a million minutes;
culture is born of the cacophony
of female millipedes doing the work of nature;
they register the ghosts that enter Sheol,
I'm w/ u;               |                     we have our tickets & passports,
& invitations to the whirling dervish party;
My, oh, my!                            in one room she's showing b/w I Dream
                                                    of Jeannie episodes
showing ancient ancient
California Beach Dreams of ancient ancient Baghdad

Krista DelleFemine › New Bedford Money
The AIDS capital of America;                     That was New Bedford's
standout characteristic a couple years back.
Nearly wiped off the map by ***

Before the 17th century, the Wampanoag,
who had settlements throughout southeastern Massachusetts
& Rhode Island, including Martha's Vineyard & Nantucket,
were the only inhabitants of the lands along the Acushnet River.
Their population is believed to have been about 12,000;
While exploring New England, Bartholomew
Gosnold landed on Cuttyhunk Island on May 15, 1602;
From there, he explored Cape Cod & the neighboring areas,
including the site of present-day New Bedford. However,
rather than settle the area, he returned to England at the request of his crew;

Europeans first settled New Bedford in 1652.
English Plymouth Colony settlers purchased the land
from chief Massasoit of the Wampanoag tribe.
Whether the transfer of the land was legitimately
done has been the subject of intense controversy.
Like other native tribes, the Wampanoags
did not share the settlers' concepts of private property.
The tribe may have believed they were granting usage rights
to the land, not giving it up permanently;

The settlers used the land to build the colonial town
of Old Dartmouth (which encompassed not only present-day
Dartmouth, but also present-day New Bedford, Acushnet,
Fairhaven, and Westport).     A section of Old Dartmouth
near the west bank of the Acushnet River,
originally called Bedford Village,                    was officially incorporated
as the town of New Bedford in 1787
              after the American Revolutionary War.
The name was suggested by the Russell family,
who were prominent citizens of the community.
The Dukes of Bedford, a leading English aristocratic house,
also bore the surname Russell; Bedford, Massachusetts
having already been incorporated by 1787;            hence "New" Bedford;

The late-18th century was a time of growth for the town.
New Bedford's first newspaper,                              The Medley
also known
as the New Bedford Marine Journal,    was founded in 1792;
On June 12, 1792, the town set up its first post office.
William Tobey was its first postmaster.             The construction of a bridge; originally a toll bridge,
between New Bedford & present-day Fairhaven in 1796 also spurred growth; Fairhaven separated from New Bedford in 1812;
forming an independent town that included
                                              present-day Fairhaven & present-day Acushnet;

In 1847 the town of New Bedford officially became a city;
Abraham Hathaway Howland was elected the first mayor;
At approximately the same time,
New Bedford began to supplant
Nantucket as the nation's preeminent whaling port,
thanks to its deeper harbor & location on the mainland.
Whaling dominated the economy of the city for much of the century;
Many families of the city were involved
                                         |                      ­         as the officers & crews of ships
KDF & wikipedia
love is a rhythm i choose not to edit
burning serpents in syncopated tones
stolen vibrations from conquered nations
i am amazed at slavery's undertones
doomsday hypothesis
insufferable hypocrisy
is this the way we are meant to perceive
reality's final throes
perhaps a last attempt at infatuation
another insurgency toward our situation
there is music in the millipedes
1,000 feet stomping on the hot pavement
midday heat is burning the gentlest of trees
and yet saving lives of anteaters in need
grief is complete and not wasted
never jumbled by threads of frailty
insipid lipids deftly crawl upon caterpillars shoulders
starry eyed soldiers
sold to the streets in shivering brokenness
i am madness incarnate
the west is a spectacle of insubstantial lunacy
if you wish to conquer this reality

open your heart and kiss the feet of kindness
blindness is worshipped as if it was wisdom
sincere victims of another’s prison
simpler lives define simpler times
keepers of the rhythm
keepers of the rhyme
i dine on salamanders and supine slivers of the moon’s heartbeat
fault no one but yourself
gifts are wealth
i am salt and sulphur is the mother of the soul
loose cannons explode
she rode the wild shadows
and took the backroads all the way home
infinite living history
his memory serving beauty forever
for a lifetime i am looking for truth
in shattered space and respecting the face of the ancestors
self aware shades of solidarity
harvested by hands made light with clarity
is this music
is this meaning
her openness is our healing
this majesty surrounds us all
resolve to rise and your bound to fall
small instances of randomness daily
semantics are happenstance
you graduate from school with a bouquet of flowers
that rot in the morning’s splattering of paint
as garbage heaps resist *******
issues of power and surface tension
i am dreading the exceptions
give love now or move out of the way
stay awake and aware
while sadhana is beckoning to us all
sunprincess  Mar 2017
Pangea
sunprincess Mar 2017
Woa, last evening my unicorn and i
We traveled farther and farther
farther than we've ever gone before
we traveled to a fantastical realm
through prisms of red, pink, orange
yellow, green, blue and purple
through a doorway of enchantment
to an enchanting planet of giant trees
with dragonflies as huge as eagles
and millipedes large as crocodiles
together we stood under an evening sky
of blue and admired a shooting star
xoxo
Marsha Lynn Sep 2013
My shoes are dyed green
with moss spores and kisses from midnight bark munching millipedes
and my hair is greasy
from sweating out earthy feelings
climbing lichen covered rocks
listening to forest jams
and finding all the kinds of fungi
so i have a memory to replace ours
and i have somewhere too look to in my mind
when i forget what serenity feels like
there is dirt underneath my finger nails
and bugs in my curls
there are spiders making webs
at my feet
and the wind is knitting me socks
the puddle i am standing in
is called the Devils Bathtub
sometimes i believe in fate
Third Eye Candy Dec 2012
my slim limbs are reeds and filaments, with such intimate arms and skin,
you're into it
and nothing is sweat. And nothingness is more wet, it gets anonymous,
but you're into it
you don't mind the millipedes; it's the resistance that you succumb with,
since you're into it

I Love this.
I won’t say much about how I was raised
Except this, it was horrid
Bugs flying every which way left me mortified
Up until my death bed I will be aggrieved
Crawly bits going over my feet
How did I end up in that situation?
Why was I in the pit of disgusting things?
Oh well, you see, I’m out now
So I guess that’s all that matters
Just a bmp in the road
Yet, now it seems I see things
At night in my dreams I wake up screaming
As a snake wriggles across my chest
And millipedes writhe down my throat
That life apparently wasn’t good for me
Not in the least bit slightly
My mind aches from nights spent awake
Praying on the side of my cot
Hoping the badness would go away
That the monsters would stay out
But to no avail
Why did I end up this deranged?
Why am I so sick in the head?
You can blame my upbringing
And all the things that haunt me
But for now
I’ll pretend I’m fine
For I can’t wake up otherwise
Poppy Fields  Dec 2017
Even
Poppy Fields Dec 2017
It peeks through my armor and sprouts out my back
Taken from me and I gladly let it go
Millipedes are kind animals, centipedes are not
Araneae is what's possessing me
(maybe it's what I am)
but I can't help but think of other bugs, of independence
Zane2976 Oct 2020
I remember
When I was young
I used to play in the garden
And there were my friends
The insects, the dogs and the cat
We’d be lost out there for who knows how long
Climbing the trees
Climbing the fences
Nothing was too high
Watching the skies
As they say,
Time flies by

I’d spend all day
Out there
If I could
Feeling my feet
Conform to the wood
The same way
The snail
Holds the ground
And the boatman beetle
Swims upside down

Do you remember
That one time
Not so long ago
When your mother said
She locked you out sometimes
And forced you to stay outside
Pretending not to hear youre screaming
To come in
She sent away the neighbour
Through the window
That I could only come in
When my father
Got home.

And do you remember
Sometimes
That the only acceptable excuse
Was in desperate need
All the fun things
Always come back
And I can’t avoid the connotations
The sly suggestions
That all I knew
Has been tainted
In the tentacles
Stuck in that slime
That never washes off
The yellow stain
Of so many millipedes
I wanted to show
Everything I know
Has been
Enshrined
In neglect
Or abuse.

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