Look, I'm a huge Henry Rollins fan. Those who know me often recognize the Black Flag t-shirt I've worn into near oblivion. Black Flag rules in a way only Black Flag is allowed to, but Henry Rollins... he's smart, he's constantly boiling over, the sinew in his neck constantly twisting and turning his head in such angrily determined gestures intended to scare people have given hints to who he really is.
He's a little boy. He's a little boy who scares the other kids into liking him. Sure, he's good, great even, but is that why he has such a strong following and has had for thirty or so years?
Okay, yeah, maybe, but how many within that following are willing to say what everyone is dying to get off their chest?
He's an arrogant bastard, forcing us to laugh at his dick jokes. Yet, he has taken that dick joke, put it in a way that makes us laugh at it, to think about it. Isn't that, in its own way, truly poetic?
Words are good, and also neat and fun. Snobs are not good. So let's have fun with fun words that are nice, and be nice to fun kids who make the words that are good.
Tuesday, June 14, 2011
Wednesday, June 1, 2011
Rockets still fly and children still die (continuing the Gil Scott-Heron tribute)
There was more to Gil Scott Heron than just revolutions. There is a relevance to his poetry that even the staunchest of pigs cannot shake. He didn't write for black folks, he wrote AT black folks. He wrote to white people not believing they'd hear him, but hoping.
Hear him they did, and the Man has done everything in his power to delegitimize everything about him, turning him into a sideshow, a freak, a joke.
Are you laughing too?
Do yourself a favor and accept this Gil Scott-Heron slap in the face.
You deserve it.
Everyone deserves it.
Hear him they did, and the Man has done everything in his power to delegitimize everything about him, turning him into a sideshow, a freak, a joke.
Are you laughing too?
Do yourself a favor and accept this Gil Scott-Heron slap in the face.
You deserve it.
Everyone deserves it.
"Gil Scott-Heron is dead" brought to you by Coca Cola.
It ain't cute, and it's even less funny.
No reporting has been released as to exactly how he died last week, but we can bet how it happened. Gil Scott Heron was a severe drug addict/ alcoholic, having fallen victim to the heaviest weapons in the Man's arsenal, dead at 62. He became the classic representation of what his poetry was about, but he was no punk. Did he know? Did he know he was walking through Right Wing Whitey quicksand?
Of course he did. He just lost hope.
Just look at us. Just look at America. What was left for a man like Scott-Heron to live for?
What are you proud of?
What is your positive take on America?
What's the other side of your argument?
Do you know what the fuck you are talking about?
Probably not, because after all, you're an American.
The revolution has not, will not, and cannot be televised.
Why would it be?
It's on fuckin' Facebook.
No reporting has been released as to exactly how he died last week, but we can bet how it happened. Gil Scott Heron was a severe drug addict/ alcoholic, having fallen victim to the heaviest weapons in the Man's arsenal, dead at 62. He became the classic representation of what his poetry was about, but he was no punk. Did he know? Did he know he was walking through Right Wing Whitey quicksand?
Of course he did. He just lost hope.
Just look at us. Just look at America. What was left for a man like Scott-Heron to live for?
What are you proud of?
What is your positive take on America?
What's the other side of your argument?
Do you know what the fuck you are talking about?
Probably not, because after all, you're an American.
The revolution has not, will not, and cannot be televised.
Why would it be?
It's on fuckin' Facebook.
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