Michael 23 1969-2023, Laughter and Light

I posit the reheard and remembered laughter of loved ones lost may lighten the load of our collective loss.

丰 23 I’ve written pages upon pages since Michael’s passing. His influence, which was almost always interwoven with others in our extended networks/currents, reached into my own design work, my ideas about cooperative living, framing ritual as public art, community engagement and so many other ways.

In the end, after reading through our broken correspondence over the years, my journals from the 90s when we first met, and the folder of mail art and flyers across time, I gleaned that at this stage in our collective grief this would be the joint to pass. This is the important research we got up to when we were supposed to be running electric and hanging drywall in the office in “Little Guyana”, 1992.

Brother Teacher is gonna be dearly missed. All love and strength from our little family to J and E. Fund them: https://gofund.me/969848d1

Strive Dreams,
Eden Bloom, fka Gregg,
fka G.O.D. For those who go back this far ❤️😜🔥23 丰

Things are getting heavy

May 9, 2023 – Things are getting heavy in my mind. It reflects the weight of the city and the world. I’m wracked with thoughts of guilt, not guilt itself.

I’ve been challenged to express myself, to find the right thread to pull that will get me a coherent thought in the end. Well, there are many coherent thoughts, but few with relevance. Who in the world would read anyone that whines endlessly. 
At what point in time do you stand in your space and say I have every right to do it this way? I am harming nothing but your dominance of the landscape with my existence and my willingness to desire a different approach.

Cringe, everyday I do

Did you figure out why they told you to stay away? That riff on evolution and revolution and a mean plate of food had them swarming the lab back in the day. I volunteered for reeducation, rightly so. I was misinformed and mistaken.

Did they say I was crazy, did they say I’ve hurt many? I’ve led a horrible, marvelous life of mishaps. I’ve been benevolent and malicious. I’ve been calculated and stupid as hell. I was drunk through most of it, that’s a fact not an excuse, oh enablers; you.

If you had the courage to look at yourself, you’d have the courage to look in my eyes too. To ask about, to hold me to account and get it out. What if I told you it was all true? I don’t want to own any of it but I have and I do. I even take the shit that’s been made up to. These shoulders shoulder what these hands do.

There are both consequences and what happens when you walk away. Without fighting back, without trying to set it straight or without making it worse struggling to make it all OK. It never will be. Not since that night, or that one, that morning, that time, that second of emergence till eternity. Easter Sunday, 1969.

I was made for this, breakable, disposable but not biodegradable; landfill material. As such I’ve yet to be impacted by the things being said, for too many now see what I try to do. It started with a simple premise, listening to what people say instead of what I want to hear or what I tell them to. That has made all the difference and is what has brought this conflict with you and you and you. It’s hard not to cringe, everyday I do.

How to destroy a man

Against the patriarchy! I share these hard won words of wisdom so that my own downfall may be weaponized against the whole lot of bastards that need to be put down.

We are nothing more than dogs, any refinery a facade. Animals all and you must use that. And use the white mans notion of romantic love, roses, silk and guilt to teach him to lay next to you and not move.

Love him. Give him everything. Become drunk with it and give in to his every desire and feed him more. Make him feel as though he is a god. Tell him anything he needs to hear and don’t hold back until you are all he sees, knows and wants to know. The way to destroy a man is to give him everything.

And then stop.

DTE Public Hearing

March 8, 2023

Representative Helena Scott,

I’m writing this morning to insist that you use your powers as the Chair of the Energy, Communications and Technology Committee to call a public hearing and demand that DTE executives answer to their customers. I live in District 10 and over the last 9 years we have experienced not only poor service, but also personal loss of property. There is also the impact of trauma on our family, friends, and community.  More than any inconvenience or nuisance, repetitive long-term outages have deeply impacted our lives.

Where we live, we almost always retain power through the worst of the storm but lose power the next day. My assumption is that they turn us off to turn other areas on, but I’m not a line worker. It does create a loss of trust and a great sense of disparity. All efforts should be made to retain power for those who have it. My neighborhood is 90% Black and many of my neighbors struggle to make ends meet or are on fixed incomes. If this “after the fact” outage is the result of a decision being made, I wonder if this also happens in more white and affluent areas of DTE’s service?

We’ve lost lighting, ceiling fans, small appliances and (new) power strips in surges during outages or more specifically when the power comes back on. I’ve now learned to turn everything off at the box during an outage. Refrigerator and freezer food loss is also substantial when you have 3 kids. After losing refrigerators full of food, we decided to save up for a generator. We’re blessed to be able to do so as many of our neighbors cannot. Last week, once again I was running cords over fences in the middle of an ice storm to try to get some power to our neighbor’s homes. 

One of our elder neighbors lost heat last week. She was too concerned to leave her house over fear that a fire would start while away. I not only understand but share her fear. A few years ago, after a long-term outage, the power came back on and caused simultaneous house fires in the neighborhood. It was chaos with neighbors running hoses, bringing ladders, and holding down a house fire on the block until the overwhelmed Detroit Fire Department arrived on the scene. The house was so damaged that the family haven’t returned to the street.

I think what angers me more than anything else is the indirect impact of these outages on my kids, my elder neighbor, and the rest of my community. My kids don’t sleep well, sometimes even when there is a minimal storm, for fear of outages and fire. Our children and our elders have enough challenges with the state of our neighborhood, city, and world. That this level of trauma and abuse comes from a service that we pay for seems inherently unjust. 

Again, I’m writing to insist you do everything in your power to call a public hearing and demand that DTE executives answer to community.

Thank you for your time and for taking action.

Eden Bloom, Detroit Eastside Resident

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