Bill Tremblay’s poem: “To live in this cemetery”

    This letter and poem respond to my last post on “Imagine Photos of the Police Shooting of Michael Brown” here.
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Thursday, April 16, 2015 9:43 AM
Alan,

So much for “the post-racial society.” For African Americans and other minorities it’s personal. For whites it’s more impersonal. I think of the images of police pepper-spraying U-Cal Davis students when they demonstrated in sympathy with “Occupy Wall St.” Many people I know realize that the “up-armoring” of local police forces is connected to a presupposition of political unrest so severe as to require massive arrests and the violence associated. 
This is happening in locker-rooms and after-hours bars and softball games among police personnel. I mean the attitudes are being spread in off-duty hours that “the public is a volatile herd and you never know when they’ll turn on you.” So much for “protect and serve.” 
There can be the institution of “reconciliation” in towns and cities. But as I see it it’s all part of “divide and conquer.” Turn the police against the people and the people will turn against all authority just as in Prohibition the general practice of drinking alcohol eroded respect for the rule of law itself. 
Who does this benefit? Gun manufacturers. The Koch brothers. People who have learned to think like the Koch brothers from their propaganda and legislative campaigns throughout the states. More generally corporate life and feeling and thought seem to have shaped into a force inimical to democracy since WW II [they were such a force throughout…]. 
I wish it weren’t so. It’s not clear to me how much of what I see most threatening to a democratic US is in play each day. But since the establishment of the CIA, NSA etc. there has been a “the public can’t be trusted” attitude growing. The people don’t want it but those who do are rich and powerful enough [they own the media and in a pattern that’s increasingly clear the “right” will turn the truth upside-down, e.g. to monopolize the press and then claim there’s a “liberal media” whereas the situation is that a “journalist” will go along with this “point/counterpoint” farce or not have a job] to drag the country unwillingly into wars in which corporate interests are assumed to be “in the national interest,” which is not the case from any humanistic viewpoint. Quite apparently it’s all connected. The card up the sleeve is that anyone who sees the connections is automatically a “conspiracy nut,” a “paranoid,” etc. 
Here’s a poem. 
TO LIVE IN THIS CEMETERY
is to reveal what writing is
as you put words down on paper
only to strike them through
and scribble others in the margins
from which new images will grow
is to argue about a house
when it is—in its added sun-room—
the sum of thirty years or three hundred
and all the children growing up
is to have love break you down so far
you look through different eyes
at the sunset of what was most alive
in a weed-ruined garden that shows
how lost you can be
is to see the paradox of what we are
the fragile iron of our blood
is to wake and find the earth at dawn
enfolding you in abstract darkness
and sense those in your memories who
stood waving flags as troops marched off
has driven you this particular moment insane
is to break down in a long cackle
and dance in your kitchen, your arms
above your head singing, “I live in a madhouse,
a madhouse, a madhouse. I live in a madhouse
and there’s nothing I can do.”
Dance like a goyish Tevya, dance upside down
on the ceiling as if painted by Chagall
is to make a ritual that spins
images into ideas: the John Philip Sousa
parade and what it costs us, the thousand
false gods and the lies we tell ourselves
is political and its denial is political

and all we’ve got.

Bill

bill tremblay

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