All responsibilities are thwarted when we concentrate on the tiny loans taken out on our life and the energy spent trying to be free
Like a cricket dancing beneath the glass —
Not realizing that every single shout and thrust of his body contributes to the demise of his legs which tremble not because he’s imprisoned
But because he can see through his walls.
It’s what we are missing and can’t attain that forever haunt us under Capitalism.
And art – a justifiable peaceful protest – is just a benign scream that tries to express the confusion of it all.
- from “Kangalee: Monocords & Blitzes,” a featured excerpt of new poems in the recently published site & arts journal, The New Engagement.