Thursday, August 09, 2012
Dear Facebook friend
When poets sign up to be poets, it's not long before we realize we also signed up to be damned fools in public. We can't grow thick skins or wear armor, because it would insulate us from what we need to feel to be poets. So basically, when you interact with me, you're interacting with a crazy person from an ancient tribe of crazy people.
We used to sit on hillsides & watch armies slaughter each other, protected by consent of the leaders of the armies so we would live to write about it; some armies commanded by beautiful women with ten foot long spears , fifty pounds of exquisite silver jewelry on their necks & arms, & tangled red hair down to their butts, & warriors who spread phosphorescent fungi on their genitals & fought at night. It may appear to the uninformed that we're doing something else, perhaps something frivolous or petty or useless. We saw lineages of a thousand years wiped off the face of the earth. Who, after witnessing such an event, wouldn't prefer to praise a single golden samphire clinging to a sand dune?
Those right wing assholes on the radio are a whole different kind of crazy, chickenshit most of them. When they came up the hillside to sit with the poets, thinking we were chickenshit too, we cut off their dishonorable fuckin' heads & stuck them on poles for the birds to eat. Just thought you needed a little history lesson before you posted your next comment.
"If a nation expects to be ignorant and free, in a state of civilization, it expects what never was and never will be." Thomas Jefferson
We used to sit on hillsides & watch armies slaughter each other, protected by consent of the leaders of the armies so we would live to write about it; some armies commanded by beautiful women with ten foot long spears , fifty pounds of exquisite silver jewelry on their necks & arms, & tangled red hair down to their butts, & warriors who spread phosphorescent fungi on their genitals & fought at night. It may appear to the uninformed that we're doing something else, perhaps something frivolous or petty or useless. We saw lineages of a thousand years wiped off the face of the earth. Who, after witnessing such an event, wouldn't prefer to praise a single golden samphire clinging to a sand dune?
Those right wing assholes on the radio are a whole different kind of crazy, chickenshit most of them. When they came up the hillside to sit with the poets, thinking we were chickenshit too, we cut off their dishonorable fuckin' heads & stuck them on poles for the birds to eat. Just thought you needed a little history lesson before you posted your next comment.
