As a militant, poet, political theorist, organizer and gifts refused to die.
In early April, Joshua Clover removed some transfobic signs from the US turning point in UC Davis. A video Widespread on Twitter: He is in a black, camera thrown over his shoulder, a marching pole in his hand, crossing the lawn with this new, unstable walking for me for months. He looks old, fragile, but at the same time proud and satisfied. When a woman with a camera rushes, demanding her signs, he just refuses. “No, no, it’s good,” he tells her. “I cleaned the garbage that people leave here.”
My first thought looked at this shot, consuming with his health: why does he do it? And then it struck me – oh, there, refusing to die.
If he died a few weeks, social media overcrowded: he rescued me out of prison in May once; not knowing me he brought thousands of dollars to help cover my key; I sent it an e -mail of blue and he edited my first book of poems.
I have my stories. I remember it during this unsuccessful Oakland -ish stock to potentially occupy the center of the Kaiser, moving me and my son along the alley and away from the police line, which willingly loads its rifles. I remember responding to a call from him during a skillful protest. He accidentally ended up in the building with a look at the center of Ouckland, meeting with lawyers about another friend arrested earlier that day. In terms of his bird, he noticed me-and officers approached the corner. “Run,” he said simply. And I did.
It was Joshua militant. And yet there were so many Joshua, which often contradicted, but often intersecting. Was Joshua Political Theorist, perhaps most famous Riot Strike RiotWhere he identified political epochs on their tendency to riots and strikes. However, while Joshua’s political theorist was on the side of the riots and remained fluctuating around the blows when Auckland’s teachers started a bitter, long strike, he called me: “Get acquainted with me outside the united elementary school at 8am.” We appeared every morning while the strike was over. He was a scientist Joshua, who wrote unusually generous and optimistic readings of popular music and film, whether he was the focus of Jonathan Richman and modern lovers in 1972 “Roadrunner“Either Lil NAS X’S 2018”The road of the old city“Either Matrix. Joshua organizer of the summer camps, from 95 percent school to recent summer seminars of the Marxist Institute of Studies. Joshua organizer of the conference is both in the revolution and/or poetry. Joshua Publisher a commune and editor Magazine Commune. Joshua twitter, lover of barbs and jabs, shit, control, and book author “As I threw Spin“ Joshua Marxist who announced and educated the value in many arenas. Joshua organizer of long bicycles. Joshua Academician who has been taught for many years in UC Davis American Bank in 2011 with 11 students who emotionally supported their students when Police UCD PEPPER them. Joshua, a connoisseur with sticky chocolates.
And then there was the poet Joshua. He knew how to turn the phrase, build optimism and remind us to love each other not only in the occupied buildings, but also in short, limited poems. He published his first book –Year Madonna Domini– In 1987. Its last –Red epic– In 2015. He has never been a poet for the poet’s sake. Joshua has always supported a certain hesitation around the frequently exaggerated revolutionary potential of poetry and liked to claim that he left poetry behind. It was something out of the trick. His last poem – “Verse (September 26, 2023)”— — Ousted Magazine Protean In July. He wrote: “The Revolution / Palestine has not ended. Twelve years have passed since the port of Okland / which has not ended. Eight years have passed as the rock / that has not ended. Three years have passed since George Floida / that has not ended.” Finally, Joshua, an animal lover, especially cats. In the last few times I have seen him outside the hospital, we were traveling, looking for a herd of sheep whose task was to eat the support. He especially loved Pedro’s sheep who watched them. “It was true that the more I hated people the more I loved cats,” – One of his most quoted poems begins. And then it continues: “Then people started surprising me. Those who surprised him, he kept so much. Membership with him was like entering into a magical circle. Those who saw only his outside may not know it, but he was trusting all kinds of gifts, not just intellectual, as well as material, as in small trinkets, warm jackets, special candy, funny notebooks, wine bottles. The point is not only that he made those who felt special in his circle; If its writing is the only thing, it is an invitation to join it in the refusal to die. Those who want to pay respect can sacrifice them to a local subscription, or I am sure that many of you may imagine some ways to give up death that would surprise him if he was still here.
