New Cities/New Soviets

May 10, 2005

word virus: reviled


virus release

Walking down the street I felt like a cur. Was I snarling at passers-by? Did I know the difference anymore?

The dead-eye stare of the East Village: a television stuck on a dead channel reaping the blank confusion of the skies. Hopeless.

(I nearly snarled a week ago when I heard the East Village had been voted the 2nd best neighborhood in the country)

You gotta have pride in your hood. And most of all that means saying so when it's weak. This is the fucking hood where everybody been getting electrocuted.

/cut/

Walking down the street I felt like a cur, and then I thought of the word "reviled".

Everyone knows what it is to be reviled -- the connection that breaks, the senseless alienation. all channels dead.


I pass a bum.

He stare blankly into the air,
his hair is wiled.
isn't he reviled?


as I pass he mumrmers quietly: "spare change?"


I turn my hard shoulder, but my heart is softening.

everyone knows what it is to be reviled:
the fallen gambler
the hopeless schizophrenic
the alcoholic
the addict
(the pedophile?)

everyone can feel the plight
the seed that falls on the hard sidewalk
only to parch to a crack
or be washed into the sewer

(how many seeds have been lost?)

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Doubling back I pass the bum again
this time I hand him a five.
his eyes light up
as he sees the picture of Lincoln.

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Here is the question: does this foster laziness?

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Posted by Sam at May 10, 2005 04:15 AM

a nice swallowed up irony in that last babbitudinous query

we need more posts like this one

"the seed that falls on the hard sidewalk"


Posted by: meat me at May 10, 2005 09:08 AM

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