Showing posts with label protest. Show all posts
Showing posts with label protest. Show all posts
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Friday, September 16, 2016
Beware the Troubled Aged
People worry about "troubled youth." Okay, fine.
They should save their alarm for the troubled
aged. Who travel in gangs demanding help
with digital technology. Who form squads
of know-it-alls wearing funny hats. Who
tell you when their nation was great
but never specify how. And they protest--
clogging cities worldwide, carrying signs
like "Kill Time," "We Still Like Sex" (the horror),
and "What Do We Want?--We Can't Remember!"
It's real, it's dangerous, and it's coming
to your town. I say the aged should
love it or leave it, cut their remaining hair,
get a job (again), work within the system,
and turn down their goddamned music.
Let's make this country young again.
hans ostrom 2016
They should save their alarm for the troubled
aged. Who travel in gangs demanding help
with digital technology. Who form squads
of know-it-alls wearing funny hats. Who
tell you when their nation was great
but never specify how. And they protest--
clogging cities worldwide, carrying signs
like "Kill Time," "We Still Like Sex" (the horror),
and "What Do We Want?--We Can't Remember!"
It's real, it's dangerous, and it's coming
to your town. I say the aged should
love it or leave it, cut their remaining hair,
get a job (again), work within the system,
and turn down their goddamned music.
Let's make this country young again.
hans ostrom 2016
Wednesday, February 11, 2015
"Worry Wins"
I have worried about the sky,
which doesn't exist.
I've worried about rain,
which is none of my business.
I was trained to worry,
to give a shit,
as the American colloquialism goes.
Not that giving a shit
ever made me effective
at righting wrongs or lefting
righties or injecting decency
into the smug corpse called power.
Now I'm exhausted. Worry
has done won. I care in theory.
In practice I don't give a shit.
Thus I have energy to watch
the twitter-feed, and that's
about it.
It isn't relaxation. Nor
is it fatalism, for I don't
have the juice even to philosophize,
either. That's some sad shit.
Even despair is asking
too much from me. It takes
effort to give up hope.
I'm an old dog lying on a porch
in summer. I can smell
developing events, and my
neck-hairs might rise. But
I can't-won't get up
when that raccoon waddles
past the place, chirping.
Well, maybe tomorrow. Yeah,
maybe tomorrow I'll write a
letter to the editor. And send
it? Wow. Join a march? Lend my
body to a protest, scrape
together some solidarity?
Tell a racist to fuck off!
Today I can't seem to get off
my ass. The situation is
troubling. I'm worried.
hans ostrom 2015
Thursday, October 9, 2008
Highly Recommended Documentary
I highly recommend the new documentary video by Hyperborean, whose blog appears on my list of blogs and sites I follow. The documentary concerns organized protests at the DNC and RNC nominating conventions and has some extraordinary "footage" (an old film-term, I realize) of plainly excessive police-over-reaction, among other things, but you can judge that issue for yourself, of course.
A link:
http://aeconomics.blogspot.com/2008/10/our-documentary-is-done-watch-it-here.html
Well done, Joe.
A link:
http://aeconomics.blogspot.com/2008/10/our-documentary-is-done-watch-it-here.html
Well done, Joe.
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