Wednesday, October 03, 2007
I'm off to Trana for a wedding; be back in a week or two, depending on various unknown factors. I leave you with a little political poem:
Let me wrap myself in this
warm blanket of cynicism
and curse you for these cuts
that you say aren't really cuts
when you consider the bottom line
After you slash the creative veins
of the arts
after you slice the walls
of small enterprise
after you jab at the women
struggling for equality
after you lop off the end
of this joint
the one that kept my eyes clear
and the pain of disease at bay
You know the disease I'm talking about
It's the disease of your corporate tax cuts
for the greatest polluters
and changers of climate
for the ones who sold Killex to my neighbour after
manufacturing his obsession with uniform grass
It's a more manageable kind of grass
if you kill everything in its path
including my poor nervous system
What benefits we could have had
from the other more chaotic grass
we'll never know because you
cut that research too
and the kind that could have got me
real justice like
the original inhabitants once knew
I curse you for your cynical fiscal butchery
and shake under my blanket
of cold hard rage
This reminds me of a film I saw last night that I may blog about. It involves the very possible cover-up of massive slaughter of African-Americans in the early 20th century-- and the fact that people are too cheap (and too scared) to investigate it. Cuts indeed.
I have a week off coming up. That'll give me time to do some more reading of Bumi and his adventures.
Alive and well and chewing the soles off our feet. No quarter of the world exists beyond the reach of the beast's maw.
You touch on a lot of issues, but that one stands ahead of the pack too me.
Hope the trip is a good one. I'm sure we'll get to see the pictures.
After you slash the creative veins of the arts
My greatest beef...
Good poem. :-)
Sounds cool. Is it better than a poetry slam?
I love open mic nights and slams, even if I rarely participate. It's been a few years. Although, I thiink I would do rather well now.
PP: why thank you. sounds like a good film, what's it called?
Ultra: woohoo. how's Bumi? haven't visited him in a while, but i have to get back to him because i've got some good critical feedback to work from.
CD: it's all too easy with politicians.
Eric: trip was fab. pics will go up at suokojamin at some point. probably.
Josie: that guy won't return my phone calls, and he wasn't in any of the dumpsters I know.
BBE: our vision is skewed, we think the earth is ours to rule when we are its subject. we need a some sociological copernicuses to set us straight.
EOTR: was it you put that tracking device in my ear?
Eric: it's the slam of the slams, slam rules apply, nationally. they should really do a can-american one, or a NAFTA (north american free the anarchy) one, so we can go head to head. Actually I've never had the guts, but I may do my latest post at an open mic next month.