I am Jack Inthebox. I am a California poet with a grad degree from Univ. of California. Back in the 60s I incurred a rap sheet for a battery on an officer charge which precludes my using my California Community College Instructor Credential. I was a working student (4 hrs. per day) on the GI Bill, always on the honor roll, but I had to pay back student loans (8-1/2 years) on a clerk's wages. Basically, Master of Arts in English has enabled me to compose poetry, which is sufficient. I posted the following question in the Government category of YAHOO ANSWERS: Why does a government of, by and for the people let profits of the one percent take precedence over the subsistence of the many? Yahoo always declines to post the above question, offering up the message, "Sorry, we couldn't post your question now. Please try again later." j After trying again later about a jillion times, I have resorted to joining PoliticalForum.com.
Welcome. Check the list of forums. Political opinions/philosophy might be best for your topic. Read the forum rules carefully before starting a new thread. But while you are here - is anyone denied "subsistence" in this society?
Welcome. The Chinese hackers have probably stolen your Yahoo account anyway by now. The answer to your question is in Article 1, Section 9, Clause 8 of the Unites States Constitution. If I can't be a Duke of something or the other, then I have to be able to have the best bird bath on my street to command my authority, and concrete costs money.
Hi mate, I've got bad paper too after being jailed for 3 months on a vigilante rap in 2002.. But as a dumb Limey I'm not sure how the American profits thing works so i can't offer a reply (sniffle)..
Jack wrote I have resorted to joining PoliticalForum.com. Granny says, "Welcome... ... post us some poetry... ... Uncle Ferd kinda partial to Burma Shave haiku."
Like most kids back in the 60's I couldn't write poetry, so we let poets and songwriters do our talking for us like this guy.. [video=youtube;e7qQ6_RV4VQ]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e7qQ6_RV4VQ[/video]
One day in 1972 I, while I was doing my routine of part time (4 hrs.) work (clerical), full-time college (English major) and thrice-week workouts (running, swimming), I stopped into a bar and had a glass of wine before walking home to hit the books. I got stopped by some cops, who said I was drunk; I was cuffed, thrown in back of their squad car & worked over with a nightstick. After that I continued pursuing my impossible regimen of school, work, workouts - but every time I saw a cop I'd have a bad day. After six months of this I got sick of it. I saw a line of cops (armed, helmeted, badged gunsels) in front of a bookstore (Cody's, Berkeley, California). I walked up to one, pushed him, and yelled, "Go Away!" He came at me and - I didn't win. In jail, I was put "up against the wall, searched, and karate-chopped between the legs. (Note: If you're taking on the pigs, wear a "cup.") I got an assault on an officer rap, plea-bargained down to a misdemeanor, did 30 days in Santa Rita "Rehabilitation Facility." That rap-sheet was enough to keep me from ever using my education for work. The GI bill didn't pay my way thru grad school, so I had to take out loans, which took me 8.5 years to pay back on a clerk's wages. I console myself with the thought that I couldn't have done things any other way.
"Soft Integer for a Hard Scientist" Noontime up and down the street, people passing who don't meet - but, to the eyes of any one of whom, does not the sultry sun suggest a figure of most fun? It's the number of girls, less the ones departing vision's field, plus new ones on the scene revealed at each successive moment, yes - then multiplied by all the boys at those same times the walker sees: this product represents the joys, all this stroll's possibilities of bliss - a varied value, Elf! So why not factor in yourself? Yet wait, did we think to subtract all pairs of whom either ought lacked of his or her majority, or celebate had vowed to be, had lapsed into senility, or else was someone else's spouse, or was in jealousy far gone, or didn't turn the other on, or wasn't well - but let's not grouse! It's still so great, this journey's sum, the chance for couplings and menages, as too smite jealousy's gods dumb and Cupid move to shoot barrages. None knows but you, Master Fantastic, those neighborhoods so orgiastic.
I couldn't have done things a-nother way Is what I tell myself here, in today 'cause knowing I could and knewing I should Does not give my soul freedom of play Welcome
Dylan is anti-intellectual. "The old folks' home in the college with its useless and pointless knowledge." "But you know miss lonely you just got juiced in it." His lyrics are frequently not even good grammar. To equate him with Tennyson, Walcott, Eliot," and other Nobel winners for literature is plain stupid. To say that popular lyrics suffice for poetry in our culture is laughable. Dylan started out being a protest singer, but since then has drifted away from political relevance. Poetry, the real thing, is hardly on the radio at all; in fact, it has been discouraged in all forms of media. Media is "Science," and as such it has discouraged true art, especially poetry. William Blake explained all this in his prophetic poems "The Four Zoas" and "Jerusalem".
Everyone has the chance to stand up against an unjust system. But only when enough people consider that course imperative will the system change. Accommodation is futility.
I have friends 9street people) who have had to resort to dining from dumpsters in the Bay Area, California.
Those particular police officers that you attacked were NOT the police officers who roughed you up earlier. You damn well DESERVED what you got.
