Wednesday, September 17, 2003

Where do I get my Inspiration From

You might ask yourself what keeps me going.

It does seem like tough times; maybe even the last times. And my weblog isn't getting a ton of hits; and it seems like society is still running the same damn way. President Bush asked for another $87 billion and instead of admitting "Hey, we didn't figure the war costing this much," they've said "Hey why don't we cut food stamps?" Makes sense to me.

But getting back to the main subject; how do I keep going. Well there are a lot of places i can go for inspiration, but one is the Diggers Archive. The way they combined poetry and political protest was brilliant. Inspiring. Here's one of their broadsides that seems particularly relevant today.

Time To Forget

FORGET the war in vietnam. Flowers are lovely.
FORGET America's 3300 military bases. Make music.
FORGET Wichita Vortex Sutra. Words are stronger than flesh.
FORGET planned war with China. Beauty is Carnaby Street.
FORGET the Dominican Republic. Todo Todo Hassan Sabbah.
FORGET police Brutality. The cops are your friends.
FORGET upheaval in negro ghettos. Spades ain't hip.
FORGET the Rumford Act. Show love.
FORGET the National Guard. Positively Fourth Street.
FORGET inmates on deathrow. It's a long time passing.
FORGET hypocracy of business. The merchants are your friends.
FORGET U.S. billion dollar investment in South Africa. Money is.
FORGET HUELGA DiGiorgio. We all live in a yellow submarine.
FORGET organized crime. Eternity is long and, sometimes, wide.
FORGET HUAC. The sun's not yellow, it's chickon.
FORGET concentration camps for subversives. It's a bummer.
FORGET FSM, VDC, SDS, SNCC, MARK COMFORT. Big Brother and the Holding Co.
FORGET Mime Troupe, Lenny Bruce, The Beard. Strobe lights are groovy.

You're free to forget. So forget! Follow the calm business tactics of the Psychedelic Shop, the I and Thou, and all other marketeers of expanded consciousness (Moe's Bookstore is important, really!) and dig yourself. Touch reality only for sex, only to eat, and only to join the Artist's Liberation Front for your own safety.

Afterall, expanded consciousness is a selfish hippy kissing the system's ass for the greater glory of the lonely dropout, isn't that right, Uncle Tim!

THE D I G G E R S .

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

In spite of being connected by virtue of the HUMAN race there is a profound isolation with us. Why?