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Teach Your Children: canzone

Canto I. To educate for revolution’s sake requires a willingness for martyrdom, the sense to learn from every small mistake, and fortitude enough to take what comes when nay-saying begins; and start it will, the moment you step from the … Continue reading

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Pop Charts

You wanna make it on the pop charts Shrink-wrapped and sold just like a pop tart Well, let me tell you: better get smart it doesn’t matter if you’ve got heart It doesn’t matter what you’re saying and you don’t … Continue reading

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Foolish Notions

for Bob Dylan Youth’s rebellions dissipate; brave destiny succumbs to fate. One morning you find it’s too late to join the revolution. One’s high ideals sink in the mud; mountain retreats recede in flood. The fire that once burned in … Continue reading

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Untitled for a Reason

What a record label’s looking for I haven’t got a clue; it doesn’t really matter any more. And who’s at number one or rising up to number two? I’ve stopped pretending that I’m keeping score. I don’t expect the radio … Continue reading

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On the Professional Diarist

There must be something more to it, some sense behind the scenes, a glimpse of meaning not quite shared, or else my mind’s not keen enough to understand the point of merely keeping track of each new day’s minutiae; the … Continue reading

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Undertown

There’s nothing much that’s happening here in Undertown since they closed the old refinery and sent those pink slips ’round; Down at Cheaters they’re still drinking, but the jukebox plays the sound of old frustrations. It’s been fourteen years and … Continue reading

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An Assessment of the Situation

The telephone is ringing; The assessor’s on the line. He wants to avoid meeting us, and asks us if that’s fine. In essence, he wants us to lie and say his job is done; He’s three hours from New Orleans … Continue reading

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