Two crises back they said I Know Nothing until 4 years of Civil War
and hundreds of thousands of deaths provided a prophecy of what
was to come next time and moved discussion past those secrets
so well kept until now we’re whistling past the national graveyards
of the at least third tier of globalisation for which our country made
itself indispensable nation from one sea to shining other sea of this
imperial glee and you know the full weight gravity, each of the crises
actually is made of the same elemental bits but their order is never
predictable as the Civil War in us (the U.S.) was spot in the middle
of the 1848 revolutions that culminated in the Paris Commune 1871
and the Franco-Prussian War (with Bismarck’s subsequent incipient
experiment in social security state held together (sort of) with partial
parsimonious payment and secret police and lots of patriarchal power)
all that had been in common now run from Central Casting Bureaucrats
the bugaboo of 1950’s conservatism now in form of John Birch Society
zombies from hell still charging out in the commercial consumption fits
(so fit) it seems we must spend away our days, maybe our last days
a-stare at small even tiny screens the long slopes of the telegraph lines
become tangling earphones telephone poles redundant, even obsolete
what feat not to get lost TETRA-like falling candy or twitch, twitch,
goes our thumb sitting there almost anywhere nowhere cyber space way
out past the ethernet but, gee, that’s so yesterday and tomorrow will just
never come since today is not here since we’re all somewhere how easy
(we think) the Russians attempted revolt in 1905 so 1917 was inevitable
when they’ve left us no choice except revolution or maybe the machines
taking over and what kind of coups is that for life itself on the old
chopping block when obviously wired world gone global is a common
made of common dreams we all want good government of, by and for
not machines, not some crumby thing, not this object not mass
                                            of Life.


James Van Looy has been a fixture in Boston’s poetry venues since the 1970s. He is a member of Cosmic Spelunker Theater and has run poetry workshops for Boston area homeless people at Pine Street Inn and St. Francis House since 1992. Van Looy leads the Labyrinth Creative Movement Workshop, which his Labyrinth titled poems are based on. His work appears weekly in Oddball Magazine.