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Post by Raymond Neely on Jan 22, 2011 7:09:07 GMT -5
by Raymond Neely
Rile the farmers, the workers, they grit and their guts tighten. Convince them to holler and louden the ancient eroded hills about their cause, or raise up the stinking and sickening, the dilapidation of drug addiction, into the sterile new age movement of therapy and counseling which treats a population, a flag or cry or cause for I have trod among them, have watched, and met eyes, and spoke with this local area of people, and as a fair and honorable one, as a misplaced messiah, but on an even keel with them all. I heard their stories, their opinions, seen them torn and ragged gripping their prejudices, infected with wrong tradition, but stubborn and proud in a more beautiful world than once was, or make a movement of poets, of artists, an Appalachian renaissance, finding the sheer and unmistakable, unsurpassed intelligence of its ones, virtuosos, and as often graced with talent as those of anywhere, and design a quilted network of our best-- This I wonder.
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Post by sambpoet on Jan 22, 2011 10:04:42 GMT -5
Walt Whitman would be proud! A good poem, Raymond.
Sal Buttaci
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Post by stephengodfrey on Jan 23, 2011 16:10:39 GMT -5
Serious stuff Raymond! Dig the images. and truthfulness. Steve
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