Concerto for blunt instrument

An irregular heartbeat from d.o. to you. Not like a daily kos, more like a sometime sloth. Fast relief from the symptoms of blogarrhea and predicated on the understanding that the world is not a stage for our actions, rather it is a living organism upon which we depend for our existence.

Thursday, February 15, 2018

Alienation




With every school or mass shooting on the commons we tend to seek cover here in the U.S. at the usual places. One party runs toward lack of gun control, another to mental health excuses. There they remain sheltered in place, feeling somehow safe and protected from the Other's ideological assaults. With all the endless talk in the media over gun control issues; the NRA's outsized influence; mental health screening; or bipartisan hand wringing why is no one talking about our pervasive Culture of Violence?

One of the great shames of our nation is its deplorable record of the near celebration of mindless violence, be it domestic or public, physical or psychological, compared with most other nations. There are any number of reasons for this, but how shall we ever address them if few are willing to approach the subject itself?

In my lifetime, so-called entertainment has gone from the good guys shooting the gun out of the bad guys hand to blowing his or her head off in as bloody a way as possible. We have gone from wise-cracking detectives to killer cops; from pinball to Resident Evil.  We have degraded ourselves from uncomfortable silence over bad or unusual behavior in public to outright bullying and virulent internet shaming. In the past, U.S. Presidents projected a courteous demeanor in public rather than crass insults and disrespect from the podium; from the friendly cop on the corner to the hostile trooper with hand on holster.

In today's vengeful atmosphere it seems more important to get even than to get over it or seek a just equitable solution. Endless cycles of retribution have become the norm while suggestions of peaceful solutions are usually scorned or scoffed at. Worse, this atmosphere is highly contagious; when vengeance and disrespect become entertaining or a mark of.....well, respect (!) among ones' peers the possibility of resolution or redemption is vastly reduced or eliminated altogether. In a sense, we seem to be devolving rather than evolving as a species. Shall we merely accept this as a given or address it as a critical cultural defect in need of correction?




Wednesday, January 31, 2018

Not one more poem about yourself








Dear poets in a dream
why don't you speak to me
as you copy words into what
some may call po-ems, your
ideas of reference assuredly
penetrated eyes and ears
massaged the ego lovingly
into the automatic reflex
expelling yet another piece
all about your self
as you believe, it to be.
The media doesn't talk to thee
assigned to perception management
disregarding your humanity
it rambles on you endlessly
walking hand-in-hand distantly
in the dusk upon the commons.
Another idea is to strip off
all the garments and throw
ourselves at the feet of a muse
to be instruments of a higher
purpose seeking common good
were it not for reflex reference
this might be understood.

                   - d.o.

Monday, July 24, 2017

Waiting for the fire
















Is it burning yet
have they seared the
rights, closed the
borders, the web gone
dark but for .gov fiction
and questionable diction
outlawing friction?
Have you checked the
resistors, called in
coordinates or is your
cell dead, a gun to your
head, palpable dread, is
there anybody out there?

                       - d.o.



[Still waiting in 2018!]

Monday, May 29, 2017

A Little Rebellion Now & Then















The worst of men tells us
when to call upon the best
to stand up/fight back and
put up with all the rest
Let's be clear and say it
here so none of us forget:
"The ruling class can
kiss my ass", we say
with no regret.



- d.o. for Daniel Shays
Memorial Day 2017

Friday, May 12, 2017

Control Alt Delete













Do not think for a moment
 you can control me friend
or foe whomever you be
from active group or
society where power seems
a commodity among those
thinking they are free to
manipulate acquaintances
much less me, you see
I was born a rebel near the city
where awareness ruled the day
and while a few mistakes learned
along the way were helpful
this soul is hardwired to
avoid your every move
come what may. Away,
away.

Monday, May 08, 2017

Climate Crime Theater












There's a Climate Crime in
progress, the players
rolls reversed standing
upon wrong marks like
Protectors as Perpetrators
Villians as Extras or
Stagehands stranded among
fallen props, the murdered
Trees and Broken Nests
sullen faced and guarded
by Useful Idiots in uniform
uninformed bad actors and
the State of chaos, of lights
going out, curtains falling and
the Audience arriving late or
never showing up at all to
witness or read a program
making little sense of what's
beyond the fence, the Forest
killed off in the first act
the finale fully revealed
from the start and the
backers, the producers and
directors staging other shows,
failures all, off stage
in other theaters of
operation in a nation of
contagion played out
lights out.
doors closed.
locked down.
silent.
The End.

               - Otis State Forest, MA  2017

Sunday, March 19, 2017

The Mad King
















The Mad King
will have us sing
his remove and
everything he
had done under the Sun.
The Mad King
caused such pain
and laughter feign
his sorry reign
did not remain
enough to gain
any real place in history
in herstory or
anywhere really
except tales told around
campfires burning late
into the night.
Remember The Mad King?
that fucking nasty thing
and those who gave him space
that crazy mad race
over the cliff
no more, at last
into your face.
Remember The Mad King?
What a sad disgrace.