Show them that their grip on power is a farce—and that the people will not kneel. This is how we win.
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#southpark
#trump
#protest
#breadandpuppettheater
#bread
#puppet
#theater
#countrywide
#unitedstates
#”united”states
Those Bread & Puppet Theater type characters are exactly what US protest today needs.
One of my all time fav movies.
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#april192025
#US
#global
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#elbowsup
Just inside the great barn is a large window, for a barn, and just between you and that very large window is an even larger great white spectral form, reaching out to touch you with her very large bony fingers. Only then do you see the host of other smaller ghosts huddled behind their protector, bu they are eyeing you. You feel their eyes upon you! You begin to panic & then you awaken from your reverie to find it is only a large paper maché figure. Perhaps. In the summer of 2008 I was visiting a grad school friend, Heather Gray, who's an incredibly gifted photographer living in northern Vermont, after I had been by our alma mater Vermont College of Fine Arts in Montpelier. Heather told me I should stop in to see a puppet theater group stationed in a huge old classic three-story New England barn at Glover. On arriving in the sleepy little village, I found a mega-barn bigger than any I had ever experienced, which was a cross between a museum of the puppets they have crafted since the mid-1960's, and a mausoleum of forms which were frozen in dust and Time. It was definitely a haunting place. It definitely holds your attention. It held mine for three hours that day, shooting the whole time. And that barn, along with its residents, goes on forever, probably to infinity's door. "Local tales and superstitions thrive best in these sheltered, long settled retreats; but are trampled under foot, by the shifting throng that forms the population of most of our country places. Besides, there is no encouragement for ghosts in most of our villages, for they have scarce had time to finish their first nap, and turn themselves in their graves, before their surviving friends have traveled away from the neighborhood, so that when they turn out of a night to walk the rounds, they have no acquaintance left to call upon. This is perhaps the reason why we so seldom hear of ghosts except in our long established Dutch communities." ≈ Washington Irving, "The Legend of Sleepy Hollow"
#TheParkwaysProjects A multi-tiered photo essay to come in three arenas: a Substack/Patreon/Bluesky trio. #Stunday
Daybreak, #TomOgburn #photography #Vermont #artbrut #PhotographersOfBlueSky #BlueskyArt #Skyart #photos
#EastCoastKin #ArtYear #BreadandPuppetTheater
As you roam through his great cavernous three story barn, you wonder at its age. On the third floor, its sturdiness. Each tableau is a stage. The first figure which looms out at you has a beige head, on his cheek two words. We Trust. His hair, horns and jutting beard for all the world bring to mind the famous painting of John Brown the abolitionist. His robes are brown. He may be a judge, he has that air about him. He’s surrounded by many dark and sinister spirit puppet forms. In the summer of 2008 I was visiting a grad school friend, Heather Gray, who's an incredibly gifted photographer living in northern Vermont, after I had been by our alma mater Vermont College of Fine Arts in Montpelier. Heather told me I should stop in to see a puppet theater group stationed in a New England barn at Glover, Vermont. On arriving in the sleepy little village, I found a mega-barn bigger than any I had ever experienced, which was a cross between a museum of the puppets they have crafted since the mid-1960's, and a mausoleum of forms which were frozen in dust and Time. It was definitely a haunting place. It definitely holds your attention. It held mine for three hours that day, shooting the whole time. That barn, along with its residents, goes on forever, probably to infinity's door. "Local tales and superstitions thrive best in these sheltered, long settled retreats; but are trampled under foot, by the shifting throng that forms the population of most of our country places. Besides, there is no encouragement for ghosts in most of our villages, for they have scarce had time to finish their first nap, and turn themselves in their graves, before their surviving friends have traveled away from the neighborhood, so that when they turn out of a night to walk the rounds, they have no acquaintance left to call upon. This is perhaps the reason why we so seldom hear of ghosts except in our long established Dutch communities." ≈ Washington Irving, "The Legend of Sleepy Hollow"
#TheParkwaysProjects A multi-tiered photo essay to come in three arenas: a Substack/Patreon/Bluesky trio. #Stunday
In Glover, We Trust, #TomOgburn #photography #artbrut #PhotographersOfBlueSky #BlueskyArt #Skyart #Vermont
#EastCoastKin #ArtYear #BreadandPuppetTheater
#breadandpuppet
#breadandpuppettheater
#craneartsbuilding
#cranearts
#politicalart
#cheapart
#folkart
#resistance
#classsolidarity
Forgetting which activist puppet troupe is in town this weekend. #BreadAndPuppetTheater? #PaperhandPuppetIntervention? #carrboroproblems
