Give The Spectators Of America Their Due

The place wants
footprints
that won’t leave
an impression,

stores
of non-moving
parts
for the engine,

heads 
bowed 
to corporate 
brands,

and hands
trained
to clap 
on command.

Give the 
spectators
of America
their due,

whatever
this poet
or that one
tells you.
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6 thoughts on “Give The Spectators Of America Their Due

  1. When I first read the blog title, I got an image of you, lying face down, making snow angels, under the chair lift at a mount Pernassus ski resort….then I realized that I was taking this thing way too literally. See, I can handle the mental gymnastics of being your friend (occasionally).

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      • “When I first read the blog title, I got an image of you, lying face down, making snow angels, under the chair lift at a Mount Parnassus ski resort…” That image isn’t too far off, in the literary sense. In the literal sense, I would probably be drunk. Too drunk to care that I was lying face down in my own yellow snow. #yolo

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      • This is what inspired the blog title…

        “Mount Parnassus is a mountain of limestone in central Greece that
        towers above Delphi, north of the Gulf of Corinth, and offers scenic views
        of the surrounding olive groves and countryside. According to Greek
        mythology, this mountain was sacred to Apollo and the Corycian nymphs,
        and the home of the Muses… The name ‘Parnassus’ in literature
        typically refers to its distinction as the home of poetry, literature, and
        learning; the Montparnasse area in Paris, France, for example, bears its
        name from the many literature students who recited poetry in the
        streets, who as a result nicknamed it ‘(le) Mont Parnasse.'” — Wikipedia

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  2. After switching on the filter between my brain and my mouth (as per instruction by my psychiatrist) I now find myself a bit lost for words to describe how much I enjoyed this poem without adding some opinionated commentary directed at the topic (not the poet) I also had a great time scrolling silently and undetected through most of your posts with a glass of red wine and a chocolate in hand, often wiping away tears of mirth. As there was a lot of catching up to do (only discovered you tonight) I have now discarded the glass in favour of the bottle neck and am parting with the last few drops. I will now click follow, but I do not wish for you to blame the wine – I will still enjoy your blog tomorrow because it is just that good

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