Thursday, September 7, 2017
Wednesday, September 6, 2017
Velton's Testimony
Judge (said Velton), I submit
that yellow Lombardy poplar
leaves staggering down the breeze
from the trees recall butterflies:
that peculiar aerodynamic
jaggedry. May it please the court,
such impressionistic reports
on natural scenes are worthless
and thus desirable in any age
of frenzied valuation, addictive
greed, and amphetamined commerce.
hans ostrom 2017
that yellow Lombardy poplar
leaves staggering down the breeze
from the trees recall butterflies:
that peculiar aerodynamic
jaggedry. May it please the court,
such impressionistic reports
on natural scenes are worthless
and thus desirable in any age
of frenzied valuation, addictive
greed, and amphetamined commerce.
hans ostrom 2017
Velton Stopped Cheering
Velton stopped cheering
at football games and football
matches when he realized
that no one could hear him
above the noise.
hans ostrom 2017
at football games and football
matches when he realized
that no one could hear him
above the noise.
hans ostrom 2017
Tuesday, September 5, 2017
This Fall, White Supremacy Blooms
The forests are ablaze, the sun is red,
and a light snow of ash falls. White
Supremacy blooms again, giving off
its acrid odor, its menacing stench.
More than a few White college
students fully feel the old power
their forebears wielded like a scythe.
In front of Black professors (where
there are any), they yawn, stretch,
roll eyes, pick matter from their hair,
their eyes, their ears. They savor
the insolence of re-authorization.
They get drunk and yell, "I am
the One Per Cent!" and offer
other triumphalist biscuits
to the air, which they own.
Not that they ever
were going to change, but
now any pressure to know or care,
to arise from racist sloth,
has dissipated like the particles
from scorched trees.
An old White bloated Hitler
knockoff at the American helm
massages the radioactive core
of the country and his Party,
Dixiecrats in drag. So White
students are as free as ever
to treat learning as a running
joke, to swagger, to luxuriate
in the shade of official hatred
behind the citadel walls. Its their
choice. It's always been their choice.
hans ostrom 2017
and a light snow of ash falls. White
Supremacy blooms again, giving off
its acrid odor, its menacing stench.
More than a few White college
students fully feel the old power
their forebears wielded like a scythe.
In front of Black professors (where
there are any), they yawn, stretch,
roll eyes, pick matter from their hair,
their eyes, their ears. They savor
the insolence of re-authorization.
They get drunk and yell, "I am
the One Per Cent!" and offer
other triumphalist biscuits
to the air, which they own.
Not that they ever
were going to change, but
now any pressure to know or care,
to arise from racist sloth,
has dissipated like the particles
from scorched trees.
An old White bloated Hitler
knockoff at the American helm
massages the radioactive core
of the country and his Party,
Dixiecrats in drag. So White
students are as free as ever
to treat learning as a running
joke, to swagger, to luxuriate
in the shade of official hatred
behind the citadel walls. Its their
choice. It's always been their choice.
hans ostrom 2017
Monday, September 4, 2017
Sunday, September 3, 2017
Saturday, September 2, 2017
Ceremonial Headdress
I wore a ceremonial headdress
of my own design
to the party. No one else
wore one--and, truly,
I wasn't sure how many
of them were worthy of such
a noble item of clothing.
Anyway, let's just say
their definition of
"casual attire" differs
substantially from mine.
Good day to you.
hans ostrom 2017
of my own design
to the party. No one else
wore one--and, truly,
I wasn't sure how many
of them were worthy of such
a noble item of clothing.
Anyway, let's just say
their definition of
"casual attire" differs
substantially from mine.
Good day to you.
hans ostrom 2017
Thursday, August 31, 2017
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