"Howl" recast for the corporate employee
A great recasting of Alan Ginsburg’s famed poem ”Howl” for the corporate employee
See my previous entry about the poem’s 50th anniversary of publication.
Yanked from Dervishspin.
I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by Corporate Bullshit, jargon speaking, frustration,
dragging themselves to work in the morning looking for a caffeine fix,
artists, poets & hipsters, trying to make ends meet, trying not to give into the man, trying to keep to remember how to be decent human beings
who sacrifice their self respect on the altar of business, shedding their ideals as a snake sheds its skin, crusty itching peeling off in fleshy hunks revealing pink nakedness awaiting new calluses
who numb their brains with repetitive meetings, repetitive emails, repetitive chances to "really make a difference" (tm)
whose university credentials lay dusty and forgotten next to the bill for their school loans that they are still trying to pay off
who were downsized because the work got shipped to another country for a quarter of the pay and a quarter of the same credentials
who cower in restrooms, kitchenettes, copy rooms, throwing their dreams into wastebaskets being forced to listen to inanity through cubicle walls
who got busted for surfing the internet to keep themselves looking busy to keep themselves for being busted for not being busy enough
who eat junkfood and candy and office crap in order to fill the hole the office tears inside them
whose dreams were never of prison masked as work but only of freedom to pursue their own art
incomparable art of shuddering beauty and opening minds, leaping forward into vast pools of liquid inspiration, illuminating all the motionless world of Time between....
See my previous entry about the poem’s 50th anniversary of publication.
Yanked from Dervishspin.
I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by Corporate Bullshit, jargon speaking, frustration,
dragging themselves to work in the morning looking for a caffeine fix,
artists, poets & hipsters, trying to make ends meet, trying not to give into the man, trying to keep to remember how to be decent human beings
who sacrifice their self respect on the altar of business, shedding their ideals as a snake sheds its skin, crusty itching peeling off in fleshy hunks revealing pink nakedness awaiting new calluses
who numb their brains with repetitive meetings, repetitive emails, repetitive chances to "really make a difference" (tm)
whose university credentials lay dusty and forgotten next to the bill for their school loans that they are still trying to pay off
who were downsized because the work got shipped to another country for a quarter of the pay and a quarter of the same credentials
who cower in restrooms, kitchenettes, copy rooms, throwing their dreams into wastebaskets being forced to listen to inanity through cubicle walls
who got busted for surfing the internet to keep themselves looking busy to keep themselves for being busted for not being busy enough
who eat junkfood and candy and office crap in order to fill the hole the office tears inside them
whose dreams were never of prison masked as work but only of freedom to pursue their own art
incomparable art of shuddering beauty and opening minds, leaping forward into vast pools of liquid inspiration, illuminating all the motionless world of Time between....