10/21: Some Literary Inspiration
October 22, 2009
As Nanowrimo creeps and lurches towards me in it’s Frankenstien-ian manner, I find myself terrified and busy. I have rallies I attend because I feel they make a difference, that they shake things up and keep my soul. I have an SAT test, my first, on November 11th. The math section keeps me awake at night. I have a mother who constsntly picks at me and a father I feel that it’s hard to be honest with. There is a knot in my stomach and I got a damn persistent case of the blues.
But I keep on writing and I keep on watchin’ what they say, I keep listening. That I’ve never stopped. And no matter how many Yoga poses you do or green tea or mocha chai lattes you drink, no matter how many trendy artists nobody’s ever heard of you can boast on your iPhone, the only thing that’ll really leave you free is the truth. I reject your bohemian, materialistic trend-setting doctrine as a prescription not for social freedom and individuality, but as a joke, and whatever scene I end up in, I hope I ain’t confronted with the likes of you. I’ve grown too short-tempered, too impatient for it.
But I keep on writing.
Joe Public lit a cigarette, stood stoic and estute.
His voice, it grew real quiet, and the words he spoke were few
It was a breathy repetition of a mantra overdue,
“Corrupted Congressman, there ain’t no place for
you.”
