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On the Next Child Prodigy
I don’t begrudge a twelve year old their wish to idolize an artist of their own time-frame with the same likes and sense of space that come from being twelve a while. But for adults to seek the same — … Continue reading
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Tagged children, exploitation, fame, idols, mass media, music, sensationalism, talent
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Dear Kleenex
As of late, there’s been a commercial advertising your products that runs a little something like this … A man with a shaven head (not tonsured, but completely shaven), wearing maroon robes very similar in style to those worn by … Continue reading
Posted in Conversations
Tagged advertising, exploitation, humor, Kleenex, religion, rhetoric
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Death of a Circus Lion
His speech was almost poetry; I say almost, because to claim such subtle acts of sophistry as conscious art is to enflame the ire of critics, who exist with their sole purpose to decry encroachment on their world as lies, … Continue reading
Posted in Poems
Tagged circuses, coersion, control, daily poems, exploitation, genius, irreverence, language, power
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Ah, New Orleans: a villanelle
The air is thick with history, with years of sweat and toil. Old ghosts play hide and seek in sheets that show more recent use; the wiser tourists avoid alleys and shun Bourbon’s roil. Old men of different colors sit … Continue reading
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Tagged commercialism, danger, exploitation, history, New Orleans, poetic forms, tourism, villanelle
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