Captain Kangaroo died.

So did Ann Miller.

I feel really, really old.

Been thinking a lot about linkage:

of

globalization to Westernization to corporatization to commercialism to conformism to cross-cultural imperialism to ignorance of cultural literacy to reduction of indigenous cultures to inroads made by media conglomerates

to

the trivialization and co-optation of genuine feeling and spontaneous art

to

the pop-cultural primacy of the Holy Greed Ghost, haunting the world for so long and so hard

that

it now only takes one second to reach out and touch anyone you know and therefore the speed of connection reduces the need to consider its impact

while

millions remain locked away from the means of connection, health, justice, peace, freedom, and voice

just as

million of others do not understand the difference between their definition of poverty and the truth of most poverty

which

renders them incapable of seeing the Other: the person
they might have been except for
accidents of birth

And if all this ends up sounding like
a Slam Poem
And if all this makes you want to say
that it’s just too much to deal with

then

get out of here and
buy the thing that makes you forget
it has been said