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Perennially spinning: 'Ringing of Revolution'

In tribute to Phil Ochs. Rest in Power.
In a building of gold, with riches untold,
Lived the families on which the country was founded.
And the merchants of style, with their red velvet smiles,
Were there, for they also were hounded.
And the soft middle class crowded in to the last,
For the building was fully surrounded.
And the noise outside was the ringing of revolution.
Sadly they stared and sank in their chairs
And searched for a comforting notion.
And the rich silver walls looked ready to fall
As they shook in doubtful devotion.
The ice cubes would clink as they freshened their drinks,
Wet their minds in bitter emotion.
And they talked about the ringing of revolution.
We were hardly aware of the hardships they beared,
For our time was taken with treasure.
Oh, life was a game, and work was a shame,
And pain was prevented by pleasure.
The world, cold and grey, was so far away
In the distance only money could measure.
But their thoughts were broken by the ringing of revolution.
The clouds filled the room in darkening doom
As the crooked smoke rings were rising.
How long will it take, how can we escape
Someone asks, but no one's advising.
And the quivering floor responds to the roar,
In a shake no longer surprising.
As closer and closer comes the ringing of revolution.
Softly they moan, please leave us alone
As back and forth they are pacing.
And they cover their ears and try not to hear
With pillows of silk they're embracing.
And the crackling crowd is laughing out loud,
Peeking in at the target they're chasing.
Now trembling inside the ringing of revolution.
With compromise sway we give in half way
When we saw that rebellion was growing.
Now everything's lost as they kneel by the cross
Where the blood of Christ is still flowing.
Too late for their sorrow they've reached their tomorrow
And reaped the seed they were sowing.
Now harvested by the ringing of revolution.
In tattered tuxedos they faced the new heroes
And crawled about in confusion.
And they sheepishly grinned for their memories were dim
Of the decades of dark execution.
Hollow hands were raised; they stood there amazed
In the shattering of their illusions.
As the windows were smashed by the ringing of revolution.
Down on our knees we're begging you please,
We're sorry for the way you were driven.
There's no need to taunt just take what you want,
And we'll make amends, if we're living.
But away from the grounds the flames told the town
That only the dead are forgiven.
As they crumbled inside the ringing of revolution.
[Image Credit: Phil Ochs in concert, circa 1965. Photograph: Michael Ochs Archives / Getty Images. Retrieved from:
'Phil Ochs: the doomed folk singer who woke up from the American dream'.]
[Lyrics by Phil Ochs, as sung in 'Phil Ochs in Concert', 1966, Elektra Records.]
A Personal & Professional Reflection
I’ve attempted to build my career by navigating a contradiction: I long to contribute toward collective liberation; yet I’m a fiercely solitary person who has struggled to feel self-worth. For six years, I found that public librarianship satisfied my disaccord. I loved supporting people with information and tools for empowerment. I’m proud to have connected patrons to the job posting, picture book, DVD, sample ballot, or long-buried personal email they needed. Libraries are versatile. I’ve also shared free meals, local produce, school supplies, and solar eclipse glasses with patrons. My job aligned with my values. And, after a day’s work, I was content to return home to my quiet life. For me, my contribution was helping.
Times of crisis demand helpers. Looking back on the COVID-19 pandemic, I actually experienced beautiful moments. I recall emotionally greeting the first person to enter the library after several months of lockdown. Countless people pointed to the library and its collection as sources of resilience. I hold onto handmade thank you notes that families gifted me. Still, it became impossible to ignore that, despite the library’s granted senses of security, we were merely treading water. I grew to feel that library services offered a flimsy safety net in a failing society.
For instance, a wave of crypto ads debuted during the 2022 Super Bowl. In the following weeks, many patrons who generally struggled with emails and printing requested help with first time investments. Predatory norms like these are not lost on public librarians; they’re all too aware of systemic issues that impact our community, like poverty and inequitable access to transportation, safety, or opportunity. In time, it grew untenable for me to accept hosting the occasional information literacy course while 54% of U.S. adults read below a sixth-grade level. It felt meager declaring the library a "cooling center" while the UN declared climate change a "code red for humanity." More and more, these issues are compounded by an increasingly sick culture - as well as by the problems of the climate change polycrisis.
Transitioning to a just and livable future will require shaping a new culture. I’ve seen similar arguments become increasingly commonplace. A popular maxim is that the climate crisis is also a crisis of imagination.In my own time of personal crisis, feeling unmoored and unable to help, I contemplated cultural change. For inspiration, I turned to museums and studying cultural heritage. As a librarian, I have always championed lifelong learning as necessary for flourishing. But the museum sparked a deeper understanding within me. Engaging with material culture helps to viscerally realize, and see the evidence of, constant change. More pointedly, cultural heritage communicates the truth that people can and have lived in social orders different than our own. I may have always intellectually grasped a realm beyond capitalist imperialism. But close looking allowed me to deeply feel the possibilities. In fact, research shows that contemplation in museums can foster empathy, spiritual solace, and transcendent moments that seem to link the viewer with other times, peoples, places and even transpersonal feelings. Through practicing this work, I have generally overcome my feelings of isolation and low self-worth.
Such embodied realizations are essential for overcoming capitalist realism, which Mark Fisher describes as "the widespread sense that not only is capitalism the only viable political and economic system, but also that it is now impossible even to imagine a coherent alternative to it."
Murray Bookchin said: "The assumption that what currently exists must necessarily exist is the acid that corrodes all visionary thinking." I believe an essential antidote to capitalist realism lies in our collective heritage. Museums, historic sites, and cultural spaces hold the keys to unlocking our imaginations and capacities to shape the future. The deeper I’ve explored this topic, the more I’ve discovered experts who are articulating how heritage might save us.
Andrew Simms writes:
"Museums matter because they challenge our lack of belief in the possibility of change. In fact, they graphically demonstrate its inevitability. Museums give the lie to the myth of permanence. They are filled with objects and documents that show how change happens, including the possibility of rapid transitions, whether in response to cultural, political, or environmental factors, or war, technology, or demography."
In her Letter to a Young Archaeologist, Hannah Fluck describes archaeologists’ superpowers: "story telling; time travel; evidence of how people change the environment; and evidence of how people can live without fossil fuels."
Cornelius Holtorf tackles the Climate Heritage Paradox, describing its two contradictions:
"Firstly, in contemporary society, when humanity anticipates and prepares for climate change and associated transformations, archaeological and other cultural heritage predominantly look backward and emphasize continuities. Secondly, when humanity on Earth needs panhuman solidarity, trust, and collaboration to be able to face enormous global challenges together, archaeological and other forms of cultural heritage are still managed and interpreted within frameworks of national governance. There is, therefore, a need for developing new understandings of cultural heritage that (a) are predominantly about stories of change and transformation rather than continuity and spatial belonging, and (b) express a need for humanity to collaborate globally and overcome national boundaries."
One skill I hope to demonstrate is the ability to pull at the common threads and generative aspirations across these various statements. I’m inspired to go beyond my old comfort levels, to humbly step into a role that promotes change.
Here is a thought-provoking outline of roles people play in advancing social change, presented by the Building Movement Project:

I cannot, and will not, argue that libraries are incapable of fostering any of one of BMP’s social change roles. However, it is easiest for me to identify libraries as spaces for caregivers and frontline responders. My enthusiasm for museums has grown by realizing their potential to uplift storytellers, experimenters, and visionaries.
Museum collections reveal the interrelatedness of all things. This fact should strengthen our skills as weavers. Exhibits of beautiful and wondrous objects help us to experience human brilliance or the mystery of our place in the cosmos. But we must also recognize how these same collections are often rooted in extraction, violence, and racial supremacy. Reconciling this truth should offer room for optimism. Emergent museum strategies that advance restitution, restorative justice, or intercultural and interfaith cooperation demonstrate heritage’s role in practicing a new world.
Robert R. Janes speaks about the future of museums:
"Although museums have always been custodians of wonder, they must now employ that wonder beyond the confines of leisure entertainment and organizational neutrality. There are diverse ways of wondering, as well as of knowing, and we need them now. We need this diversity of wondering and knowing as sources of creativity and adaptive capacity as much as an intact ecosystem needs biodiversity. This does not mean museums deciding what their communities need, as their time-honoured, self-assigned authority is obsolete. Rather, it means allowing staff and community members with wide-ranging cultural origins to share their life experiences and knowledge in pursuit of mutual concerns, aspirations, and social justice."
Museums are excellently poised to explore our horizon of possibilities. But museums must also foster social action. Doing so will demand more than representing and interpreting diverse ways of being and knowing. Museums must also be agents for a just and ecologically smart global society, empowering any interested participant with knowledge plus means and opportunities to build a new world in the shell of the old. Along with exhibiting and teaching the history of Indigenous resistance, museums can advance programs that apply ecological wisdom and restoration in local habitats and communities. In addition to showcasing the archaeological record of agricultural practices, museums can assure access to locally grown food. Further, could these sorts of participatory practices shape policies for new modes of living? Could museums forge the path to, say, a job guarantee? Museums display evidence of humanity’s ability to live sustainably and reciprocally with the land. Perhaps these insights can revolutionize vocational training and a future of egalitarian, meaningful work.
At this moment, I’m most interested in addressing this White Paper’s key research gap in utilizing cultural heritage as a resource. It proposes further investigating how cultural heritage can support societal transformations and be a resource for climate mitigation and sustainable futures. Transcending white-supremacist-cis-hetero-patriarchal-capitalism will require breaking its grip on our minds and on our relations to one another and the planet. Heritage will play an invaluable role in imagining our new world to come. But our creative vision must also be bolstered by the political will to put knowledge into practice. There are times and places for all roles and skills. Yet, as our time dwindles to address the worst impacts of climate collapse, we are being called to be brave builders, guides, and disruptors. Let us catalyze cultural heritage as a tool for liberation.
Clay sculpture with embedded tubes, #11

Nishida Jun, Japanese, 1977-2005, Clay sculpture with embedded tubes, #11, 2001-2005, porcelaneous stoneware, porcelain, and powdered glaze. 12 1/4 x 21 1/2 x 18 3/8 in. (31.1 x 54.6 x 46.7 cm). Ackland Art Museum. Gift of Carol and Jeffrey Horvitz, 2022.19.2
When I first read the word "tubes" my mind fused Jun's sculpture with Mike Oldfield's "Tubular Bells", famously used as the musical theme in The Exorcist. The song could also score an encounter with the sculpture. "Tubular Bells" combines repetitive, organic, and entrancing chimes with bursts of electric guitar. It sounds like an ancient melody, unearthed and re-arranged by a modern composer. It's beyond time, yet it's marked by the artistry of our own era. Jun's sculpture tells the same mysterious story. At first glance, it barely seems like an artist's creation; it appears like a priceless specimen of rare rock formations. The Brooklyn Museum owns a similar piece by Jun, and they describe it perfectly, stating that the fragment is like a geode turned inside out. The shape is familiar, but something's off. The exterior shimmers. Its soft white glaze invites your touch. The random streaks of gray, blue, and russet enhance the piece's natural appearance. The chalky interior reveals the artist's chisel marks. But running along the surface, smooth, round trenches and tubes jut out of the stone. They might be tracks, something like termite tunnels. But they feel too perfect, closer to PVC piping. How unsettling it would be to crack open a geode, anticipating its natural wonders, and discovering a human's fingerprints trapped inside. Unlike The Exorcist, Jun's sculpture is not sinister. But it does make us feel like we've glimpsed something that maybe we shouldn't have. Like the Pazuzu relic excavated in the film, Clay sculpture is loaded with mysticism. The sculpture is devilish: it's enchanting because it feels ripped from an unknowable past, and Jun imbues it with power by imprinting his mortal influence onto a force of nature.
Tarot Connections: III of Swords


Mari Katayama, bystander #23 2016, printed 2020. Tate. © Mari Katayama.
Rider-Waite-Smith Tarot
On a recent trip to Tate Modern, I discovered the work of Mari Katayama. The gallery text explains:
"Playing with conventions of the self-portrait, Katayama creates hand-sewn sculptures and photographs that prompt conversations and challenge misconceptions about our bodies. Born with the developmental condition congenital tibial hemimelia, Katayama chose to have her legs amputated at the age of nine. Her wearable sculptures, which also feature in her images, often include limbs, hands and embellished hearts. She has said, ‘The hearts I make are always “broken” hearts. That’s because a broken heart, which has been bumped, tumbled and battered, shines like a mirror ball, and reflects light from multiple sides, good and bad, much more than a fresh and smooth heart without a scratch.’"
In addition to the recent exhibition, Tate has produced a video about the artist. I hope that you will find inspiration and comfort from this loving work. May all our battered hearts reveal that on the other side of pain is healing.