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Wednesday, October 17, 2007

Synthetic life - Letting Sam &Mary Speak

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UnStupid Continuum text Friday, January 06, 2006

Today, Jan 10, 2007, I visited a website that I have been on for months and read an interview of Donald Hall, the new PLOTUS, by Robert Birnbaum. The first poem he talked about was "Baseball" which he summarized by saying, "... In that particular poem I talk about baseball only about 10% of the time. It's a collage—I pretend I am teaching baseball to Kurt Switters, the great collagist, ... ."

Kurt Switters, I was stunned. It probably does not mean anything, but it is weird.

Original post on December 31, 2006

Tuesday, October 16, 2007

Sequel on Q

On Oct 10 New York Times columnist published an article "Generation Q: The quiet ones."

I've been calling them "Generation Q" — the Quiet Americans, in the best sense of that term, quietly pursuing their idealism, at home and abroad. But Generation Q may be too quiet, too online, for its own good, and for the country's own good.

Had he taken my cue from my poem ? Twisted it for his purposes?

Sunday, October 07, 2007


published on New Verse News, I promptly crafted this sequel in response.

Substitutes? Say,
American Enterprise! Got mine!
But not yet fo’ you, Q!
You unknown Quantities
Who refuse to play by the old rules
By the numbers

Numbers that don’t add up
Below the top’s bottom line
The Q are you & you & you
The Q who cannot face the Z
“Who will come to be
The doomsday eye witnesses
But WE”
Quotidians who do not count,
Their blessings.


I wrote the poem, THE 11TH HOUR AND GENERATION Z in the middle of September right after Wilson published her piece and it was published on New Verse News on Sunday, Oct 7.

The end of civilization?
Not the Greatest Generation
nor W,X,Y or the Boomers can face the Z
Who will come to be
, The doomsday eye witnesses
But WE

The 4F generation, Q-pals
are not, are not among the list
Our parents who chose fucking because
dust storms forced them into
a cave of credulity
under a hay rack of Russian thistles
they gathered for critters
too thin to butcher and stew

Once the war made them fat
those marked souls
traded gas rations for love children
one of those few
who only heard the
fireside chats on the radio

Our draft deferment education wasted
Some trudged off to our their own war
while the boomers ranted
we watched the Chicago seven on TV

10 week wonders with brains but no balls
who dodged mandatory ROTC in protest
Grew rebel hair to touch on our ears
We was the quick minted colonels
Boomers had to juice

The Q generation was unqualified
we was the wrong cohort
An anomaly conceived in a hurry
before a probable death
a hope to replace what was sure to be
a Patton wet dream
! duty and country--

An afterthought not worth counting
Thankful to be taken for granted
Thankful to be too old to care
About a death wish
We sold at the fish market
10 cents on a dollar

Smelling like Friday
It is only Tuesday when the Clock
reset by Eisenhower
grinds to a halt for lack of petroleum jelly
And an interstate highway
needing repair
can't take us away to our
Red Planet fantasy before
the nuclear snow storm
melts in a greenhouse
built without a plan

*title from article by Kelpie Wilson t r u t h o u t | Environmental Editor (Sep 14, 2007)

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