- Apr 17, 2005
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Selected poetic expressions today.
Covering youth memories and sadness at distances that exist.
Monday afternoons in the confinements of a cell,
no contact, no touch, no hope, no future;
bugs crawling on windows and the foreign sounds echoing through eardrums,
promises of future friendships and travels,
dinner dates and bowling alleys,
artificial lights and surreal connections to nothing & no one.
is there life?
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THINKING ABOUT FRIENDS
Longing for the moments of being Young,
filled with fragmented chaos and bottles of hard liquor;
daily strife interrupted by barbecues with bad food & good beer,
the place that we remember hackey sack & long walks to punk rock shows;
smiles & hugs and true moments of kinship:
distant memories.
I sit on the other side of the Pacific and I think about you.
-----
Nights spent in hotels, eating pizza,
dressed in suits, tackling the largest questions that life can throw,
self-actualizing in dark rooms, staring at the ceiling,
I cannot even remember half the conversations but I know they occurred,
because you always make me smile.
----
A piece of me to you,
Nationalist music and Nationalist sound,
a sound of pride and strength echoing in ear drums;
a patriotic painting of soldiers on the cover of the album,
charging into battle.
"Mein Name Ist Deutschland."
And my name is America, nice to meet you.
Dead soldiers and dead dreams painting happy fantasy lands --
and conjure sad memories to which we can raise glasses.
----
NOTE: The crime of the nationalist is that he believes too greatly and sides too closely with his own land; the way that a jealous husband is offended by anything sad of his wife, so is the patriot; his love is so strong that simply breathing his nation's air and bathing in his nation's water, feeling his nation's soil under his feet becomes an act of love.
The great Sages of ancient China and Korea faithfully performed ceremonies for their ancestors, sacredly bathed and ritualistically walked, loving each tender step in the Middle Kingdom and the Land of the Morning Calm.
It is this act of nationalism that I compare myself to.
Covering youth memories and sadness at distances that exist.
Monday afternoons in the confinements of a cell,
no contact, no touch, no hope, no future;
bugs crawling on windows and the foreign sounds echoing through eardrums,
promises of future friendships and travels,
dinner dates and bowling alleys,
artificial lights and surreal connections to nothing & no one.
is there life?
------
THINKING ABOUT FRIENDS
Longing for the moments of being Young,
filled with fragmented chaos and bottles of hard liquor;
daily strife interrupted by barbecues with bad food & good beer,
the place that we remember hackey sack & long walks to punk rock shows;
smiles & hugs and true moments of kinship:
distant memories.
I sit on the other side of the Pacific and I think about you.
-----
Nights spent in hotels, eating pizza,
dressed in suits, tackling the largest questions that life can throw,
self-actualizing in dark rooms, staring at the ceiling,
I cannot even remember half the conversations but I know they occurred,
because you always make me smile.
----
A piece of me to you,
Nationalist music and Nationalist sound,
a sound of pride and strength echoing in ear drums;
a patriotic painting of soldiers on the cover of the album,
charging into battle.
"Mein Name Ist Deutschland."
And my name is America, nice to meet you.
Dead soldiers and dead dreams painting happy fantasy lands --
and conjure sad memories to which we can raise glasses.
----
NOTE: The crime of the nationalist is that he believes too greatly and sides too closely with his own land; the way that a jealous husband is offended by anything sad of his wife, so is the patriot; his love is so strong that simply breathing his nation's air and bathing in his nation's water, feeling his nation's soil under his feet becomes an act of love.
The great Sages of ancient China and Korea faithfully performed ceremonies for their ancestors, sacredly bathed and ritualistically walked, loving each tender step in the Middle Kingdom and the Land of the Morning Calm.
It is this act of nationalism that I compare myself to.
