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Wooden Shoe Books & Records is a collectively-run anarchist bookstore. We carry thousands of book titles as well as music, pamphlets, 'zines, t-shirts, buttons, patches and more. We frequently table at political events and punk rock shows. We have continued to sponsor our own events and have brought in such speakers as Howard Zinn in October, 1998 and Gary Webb, author of Dark Alliance:The CIA, The Contras, and The Crack Cocaine Explosion, in June, 1999.
We officially opened in our current location on November 15,1997 and is less than a block away from South Street...Philly's busiest commercial area. The original Wooden Shoe Books and Records was located in the basement of 112 South 20th Street in Philadelphia for nearly 21 years. Established in December, 1976, the Wooden Shoe began as a council communist bookstore. Its name was derived from the early period of the Industrial Revolution, when French workers who were forced to spend agonizingly long hours at work took to jamming their wooden shoes, or sabots (which is the root of the word "sabotage"), in the gears of machines to stop production.
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Friday & Saturday: 12 Noon to 11 PM
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Beautiful Babylon Babies Unite !!!
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Also sprach Zarathustra to the brothasistahs lost out in the woods… Rolling stones and hurricanes prime us for the rapid eye movement of who...
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Oh ye who hold Maxims Owe ye who holed max Hims like "Women and Children First" but only Yours Golden Rules with stol...
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Methinks in Paradise... Everyone pays what they earn and all value judgements on the transactions are made by the generations ...
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the left of Me is scarred by righteous rage, the right is ignorant of what’s left, while the two combine within my mind, halfway between ato...
Poetic HyperLinks Defeating the Impossibilities of Peace
Also sprach Zarathustra to the brothasistahs lost out in the woods…
Rolling stones and hurricanes prime us for the rapid eye movement of whose dream?
A stairway to the dark side of the moon reveals an orchestrated King
singing the blues while sexual pistols whip Jesus’ son.
Who’s influence weens us?
Me and my friends gratefully raged against the machine for three days
in the shadow of the valley of the dead
so big brother and company held us down while the wind cried
nothing to be gained here (except copied rights),
Then a questing tribe of beastly boys found a digable plant
where a buffalo soldier picked up a Gideon’s bible from the Godfather
in joe’s garage (or was it in one of 200 motels?)
Anyway, on a Holiday, the pinball wizard boy (Billie)
followed his heart and stopped pretending he was the king of the little plastic castles
while education, missed in the house of the naked apes, evolved and mutated
into and with ~ Nature Art Love Truth ~ and we do too…
And somewhere over the rainbow dancing fools send clowns and purple rain
into imagine nations where everything is now sacred
and there are no more public enemies or rusted Roots or minor threats
or bad brains or busted rhymes or widespread panic
and everyone can read the hieroglyphics on the wall
and we are all refugees of courtney’s love attaining nirvana….
But then again, you’re so vain, you probly think this poem’s about you-
we are everywhere and we cannot be beaten
it’s all over now baby blue, all we need is Love
Legalize It
Rolling stones and hurricanes prime us for the rapid eye movement of whose dream?
A stairway to the dark side of the moon reveals an orchestrated King
singing the blues while sexual pistols whip Jesus’ son.
Who’s influence weens us?
Me and my friends gratefully raged against the machine for three days
in the shadow of the valley of the dead
so big brother and company held us down while the wind cried
nothing to be gained here (except copied rights),
Then a questing tribe of beastly boys found a digable plant
where a buffalo soldier picked up a Gideon’s bible from the Godfather
in joe’s garage (or was it in one of 200 motels?)
Anyway, on a Holiday, the pinball wizard boy (Billie)
followed his heart and stopped pretending he was the king of the little plastic castles
while education, missed in the house of the naked apes, evolved and mutated
into and with ~ Nature Art Love Truth ~ and we do too…
And somewhere over the rainbow dancing fools send clowns and purple rain
into imagine nations where everything is now sacred
and there are no more public enemies or rusted Roots or minor threats
or bad brains or busted rhymes or widespread panic
and everyone can read the hieroglyphics on the wall
and we are all refugees of courtney’s love attaining nirvana….
But then again, you’re so vain, you probly think this poem’s about you-
we are everywhere and we cannot be beaten
it’s all over now baby blue, all we need is Love
Legalize It