by
Robert Carson
(editor)
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We have our own images of ourselves and our fellow workers as diverse as the characters that generate them. I am known as Big Red, and I've worked ships for fifteen years, along with Flugo, the Commander, Strong Arm Louie, the Old Ranger, Crazy Jack, Moanin' Jack, Drugstore Larry, Bicycle Larry, Shovel Mouth, and Hardrock. All of them are good storytellers, and every name has a story. Some are veterans of the Big Strike in 1934 or the sociopolitical causes that are a part of our union history. They all taught me that progress and change are not products, created by wizards with T-squares, but processes.
We have our own images of ourselves and our fellow workers as diverse as the characters that generate them. I am known as Big Red, and I've worked ships for fifteen years, along with Flugo, the Commander, Strong Arm Louie, the Old Ranger, Crazy Jack, Moanin' Jack, Drugstore Larry, Bicycle Larry, Shovel Mouth, and Hardrock. All of them are good storytellers, and every name has a story. Some are veterans of the Big Strike in 1934 or the sociopolitical causes that are a part of our union history. They all taught me that progress and change are not products, created by wizards with T-squares, but processes.
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My work is the movement of cargo, but I function as a person not a piece of machinery. I do not prostrate myself before progress or accept my work style's increasing routinization as an inevitable ago, criticized those "good." Sophocles, over two thousand years and the amassing power concerned only with the machinations of "goods":
But rule over men, not over a dead city!
Ships are only hulls, citadels are nothing.
When no life moves in the empty passageways.
(Oedipus Rex, Prologue)
The technocrat, computer printout in hand, might evaluate the sail as an archaic, outmoded means of propulsion. But the involved vision of the artist portrays it as "Canvas wings beating down the sky."
My work is the movement of cargo, but I function as a person not a piece of machinery. I do not prostrate myself before progress or accept my work style's increasing routinization as an inevitable ago, criticized those "good." Sophocles, over two thousand years and the amassing power concerned only with the machinations of "goods":
But rule over men, not over a dead city!
Ships are only hulls, citadels are nothing.
When no life moves in the empty passageways.
(Oedipus Rex, Prologue)
The technocrat, computer printout in hand, might evaluate the sail as an archaic, outmoded means of propulsion. But the involved vision of the artist portrays it as "Canvas wings beating down the sky."