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Sep 28 2007

WHITMAN RECIDIVIST

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by GARY CORSERI

9/28/07

I know I am restless and make others so…
For I confront peace, security, and all the settled laws,
to unsettle them…

~ Walt Whitman

Walt Whitman can’t remember
what he did with America.
It was there in his back pocket
yesterday or the day before:
caroling, brawling, lusty, democratic;
stretching its broadbacked plains
in the sun between seas.
He walks from door to door
selling subscriptions to the Universe.
Who are these sad-eyed does,
this tamed race, moping proletariat?
What are these buildings
yeasting on the plains,
that drone of the cities—
ennui echoing ennui?
Men on the moon, rockets,
telethis and telethat—
but what Vision?—
all the wires entangling:
some hydra-headed nullifidian
sucking the wounds of the eyes,
eating democracy, spitting it out—
these people this land
lost O lost lost.

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Aug 05 2007

Tilling the Man

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By Horace Coleman

8/5/07

When a most famous warrior leaves
the playing field for the slaying field,
it’s not “wise” when his demise is by
the hand of one in the same command.

When friendly fire tears friendly flesh,
war’s haze can fill a maze of lies.
It began with those who chose
to burn the slain man’s bloody clothes.
By unwritten regulation
(and with no hesitation)
those higher up tried to bury the blame
before the man to avoid the shame, overly
praising his already glittering name.

As usual, it was the stupid lie,
as much as the anxious deed,
that made a brave man die
and announced fate’s crime
with a loud cracked chime.

Nothing pat about that.

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Jun 13 2007

Super Bowl XLI was an indictment of our society’s true priorities


“The grand jury was silent on whether Rod K. Williams’ seat for Super Bowl XLI was an indictment of our society’s true priorities.”

By Paul A. Moore

6/13/07

This is the story of four young men.

They all endure longer than Rod K. Williams. His body was found in a dumpster eight days after he died. Rod’s family and friends say he wanted to play football someday but he was only 14-years-old when he was wrapped in plastic bags and thrown in the garbage. While his body decomposed in the shadow of Dolphins Stadium they played Super Bowl XLI there. The game is described with Roman numerals due to its gravitas. An estimated one billion people watched the game on CBS, part of Viacom’s media empire. Tony Dungy beat Lovie Smith to the Lombardi Trophy and was lauded as the first African-American coach to win a Super Bowl. While Peyton Manning was named the game’s Most Valuable Player many Black athletes on the field made spectacular plays that drew loud cheers from the crowd. The Bears Devin Hester ran back the opening kick-off back 92 yards for a touchdown. Continue Reading »

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