when he told me I was tied to the
history of an already buried century(those werent his words I knew he wasnt
going to credit whose they were) I was pulled
between smashing him repeatedly in the face with my ball peen hammer fist or
feign unaffection but irked enough to bitchslap him into a corner I suppose the
difference would be a broken face or one glowing against the night stung too
many times to count his blood stickled up through the pores of his face like honey
in a honeycomb
so much for first instincts the
bane of maturity knowing better
I almost wish I was back in the
buried century to punish his thoughtlessness
most of my contemporaries are buried up to their necks trying to keep gravedirt from getting into their
mouths
I said Well I aint dead
Step on it You might as well be dead for the space youre
taking up
Taking up space
Yacunt
Better than half the music you listen to was
recorded in that dead century youre maligning
Taking
up space
Your Twentyfirst Century began with a BANG! then to conflagrate under Bushwhacker and his band of Neocons
Project for a New American Century mine and everyone elses ass I call it Kill what aint White like me
Your Twentyfirst Century has yet
to show its cultural legs . . . unless those legs are US militarism Homeland surveillance
the vacuous Republican standards a filthy cotton cord laid on the ground which isnt
to say Democrats arent caught churning in a sucking whirlpool of incremental
change to the status quo a fouled toilet
bowl draining slowly
Yes Point fingers at the dead centurys world wars
its genocides Stalin Mao Zedong Pol Pots Kymer Rouge
Human beings are essential
for the slaughter of other human beings
Comparatively though we may yet realise
since the September 11s onslaught the fright that was worked up into a lather
under deliberate ridingcrop strokes not to spur the beast to its better humanity
but scare it over and over again to extort more and more money Dont dare suggest
to me its Americas form of Capitalism
Horseshit
The Civil War isnt over
Civil Rights havent been won
Racism remains rife
Comparatively the dead century
may look like a cakewalk to this one
The buried century I was born
into is unearthed its corpse repeatedly picked over by historians who deny they
have an axe to grind and want desperately to rewrite it 1984 Orwellian-style
and by true historians objectively trying to wrestle out the finer points
relative to its whitest black and blackest white
So who said that
Who said what
Who said what you refuse to
credit them saying . . . tied to the history of an already buried century Who
Theyre not your words Whose
Carlos Fuentes
Im going to assume you didnt read
his words
You think little of me
I dont think I know I think you ought to be honest
Honesty
cant hurt
A friend read me a passage from
their copy of Vlad
Thank you It is a wonderful suggestive piece of writing Why cant you say so as well Im not asking You ought to think about it beyond here
and now And then provide yourself an
answer as to why you cant give credit where credits due
1822, Saturday,
28 5. 16
0956, Memorial Day Monday, 30 5.
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