Wednesday, October 29, 2008

short round

not much time
but enough to
keep you informed.

june star plays
10th anniversary show
on november seventh

a decade ago
the band started
strumming singing plateauing.

we are so
fortunate in our
history to share
with many others
the creation and
delivery of songs.

new songs though
are not showing
up in a
timely matter, true.
scary darkness where
ideas used to
live and "become"
now only the
dirt is there.

dirt and water
there's a combination
that strikes at
the essence of
every life and
form. we need
that dirt. we
do. we need
that water. we
do. don't ask
me why or
how, but the
something inside me
needs to speak.
dirt and water
love and loss
fire and sulfur
sun and earth
up and over
around and still

bad poetry is
as bad poetry...

is.

1 comment:

carla said...

If Ronald Reagon, Bill Clinton and George Bush had been Englishmen and Margarate Thatcher, Tony Blair and Gordon Brown been American, would the history of these two nations been entirely reversed?

Yet those who cultivate the arts and sciences in any state, are always few in number: The passion, which governs them, limited: their taste and judgment delicate and easily perverted.

Though the persons who cultivate the arts and sciences with astonishing success, as to attract the admiration of posterity, be always a few, in all nations and all ages; it is impossible but a share of the same spirit and genius must be antecedently diffused throughout the people among whom they arise, in order to produce, form, and cultivate, from their earliest infancy, the taste and judgment of those eminent writers. The mass cannot be altogether insipid, from which such refined spirits are extracted. "There is a god within us", says Ovid, "who breathes divine fire, by which we are animated." Poets, in all ages, have advanced this claim to inspiration. There is not, however, anything supernatural in the case. Their fire is not kindled from heaven. It only runs along the earth; is caught from one breast to another; and burns brightest where the materials are best prepared, and most happily disposed. The question therefore, concerning the rise and progress of the arts and sciences, is nor altogether a question concerning the taste, genius, and spirit of a few, but concerning those of a whole people.