A Culture Song by the Anti-hero

I enjoy living with a lot of big ideas and knowing the struggle, well challenges to see them materialize – for the hardships are just guiding me along the way to see the big picture one day completed.

Everybody relates to the world differently, yet it is in that, our language, identity forms our culture. At what vantage point do we perceive the best that a city can be civil, creative, conscious? The desire is a choice – I hope comes from a cooperative culture, a wisdom of crowds.

I wrote this poem, inspired by a note I wrote about the experiences of a faustian man dreaming a renaissance – while living in a despotic City.

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I.

experience this connexion

with a composite of

contrition and confusion

crimey and crap

 

the cloak and dagger

a creature of collective

and corrupted consciousness

courage to dream is gome

 

the callous crowds commune

our culture is compromised, compartmentalized

our arts are commercialized

chivalry is scape goated

 

II.

the faustian ,man in the city

the spirit of the cant

communication: exquisite corpse

credulous creeps

 

clay and gray cornerstones

canary in a cage confessions

a creed is called

the creed is cynicism

 

the cold, cold waters

for the creative community pulse

a story of this city’s claim

of the achievements that never came

 

-ARW

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