I Am No Classical Scholar
I am more a Homer Simpson than that of poetic epics;
Raised in the crude glaring light of television screens,
Rather than in the light of wisdom so lovingly
Alluded to in Plato's allegorical caves.
I am a child of the twenty-first century,
(Born at the very tail-end of the twentieth)
A generation of cultural incest and cannibalism
Brought on by both the overarching God of culture, fresh from its automaton womb--
The internet;
And the culmination of twentieth century fads.
Jazz is cool;
Disco's cool;
Electric music thumping through speakers and thrumming through veins in an ever increasing tempo--
That's cool too.
It's all cool.
Politics? -- Cool.
History? -- Whatever.
Modern art? -- Cool.
Revolutions and genocides occurring in foreign countries, Intermingled with the starvation and pain that ricochets through our public schools and work force?
--What?
Us twenty-first century guys and gals
(And those who don't conform to any certain gender--
Those folks exist too)
We marinate in cynicism and apathy
For both our brothers, sisters, etcetera,
And for the world at large.
I say, let's change things up.