Yesterday, June 25, 2009. Michael Jackson died; God rest his soul. I was not going to blog about his passing. He is an artist, a celebrity, why is his death more important than any other? He was an artistic genius, of that there can be no doubt. What he did for music and dance in pop is unparalleled. However, he was still a human being. He had an impact on my childhood, but I did not know him. In many respects, because of his fame, he was unreal. He was no closer to me than Rumi, whose poetry speaks to…
Being Poor
Being Poor
My country’ tis of thee, [Only if you are rich]
sweet land of liberty, of thee I sing; [liberty for CEO’s and celebrities]
land where my fathers died, [probably at the hand of a colored man or a foreigner]
land of the pilgrims’ pride, [and Native American genocide]
from every mountainside let freedom ring! [One ring to rule them all and in the darkness bind them]