I opened up the
notes section. �Just in case anyone wanted to give me some
feedback.
Come on. �You know you want to.
Think about it, after eight years you could be the first one.
And I'm still working on the music player. �I think I'll cull
it to music I could actually write to, unlike some of those songs.
�So, Police On My Back had to go. �
I know, I know. �The horror. �The horror.
Somehow I think the legend of the Clash will get by without my
patronage.
Anyway, I'm adoring the new audio portion of Saintly Stories.
�And that's not just the percocet tallking.
This next piece is called 'Two Americas'. �Its an anti-war
poem, as well as commenting on WHY America is in Iraq in the first
place. �Also, I think, a theme through a good portion of my
thought that occasionally comes out in my work is the notion of
'pacification of the masses'. Rome had her bread and
circuses. �America has a plethora of distractions, rightly or
wrongly.
I'm not trying to lay blame, but it has to fall somewhere, and
accountability rests with someone.
Looking back, I remember when I read it, at the local university.
� By then the professors were bringing their students to hear
me read. �And I stood there, looking out at the expecting
faces. �I saw one professor lean over to a row of his students
and say "This, this is what you're supposed to do."
And I killed. �They ate it up. �Sure, its read meat,
but everyone enjoys a standing-o every once-in-awhile.
I sent it to my former band-mate, and he called it a 'think piece'.
�I kinda' like that.
So without further ado, here it is: �Two Americas. Press the play button twice to make it play. (once to activate the flash, and once to actually play.)
