What have they told you today? That a new crop of shortages is about to be harvested? That your aunt-in-law will have to fill out a form 747? That TV termites will eat your shoes? That you should send NO MONEY immediately? That the dead fish in California can easily be replaced with live ones from Hudson’s Bay? That they are working on a big project? That they are transplanting the timberlands of Siberia to the Pacific Northwest? That they are sending America’s reinforced concrete to Angola and Zambia? That soon our streets will be filled with elephants? That the holes in the ozone layer can be patched with seal skins? That they are working on a cure for greed? That they have allocated 99% of the budget to the eradication of stupidity? That the sands are shifting somewhere else? That the newspaper and its accomplices are about to be terminated? That five years from now poets will be writing the headlines? That whales are beaching themselves because they want to live in downtown LA? That halitosis means cancer of the breath? Aux Barricades!
What will they tell you tomorrow? That they have invented a kissing telephone? That the plains of Kansas were put on Earth to digest poisons? That the tuba was invented by Hannibal? That we should make plans to run trains on the highways? That we should have more children because they are the only hope? That the capitalist pie is not a pudding filled with ants? That the poor will have new opportunities? That there will be more jobs in the breakfast food factories? That cucumber waxers will be in great demand? That the legacy of the gun is all explained in the movies? That baseball is a black Sabbath in disguise? That somewhere in the bowels of the post office there is a conspiracy? That 680 new languages have been discovered? That from now on all senators will hitchhike? That you don’t have a price on your head? That ambition is still a virtue? That all your records were destroyed in a fire? That you have nothing to worry about? That everyone is okay? That there are no monsters inhabiting the landscape? That Walt Whitman was an anarchist? That there’s a last time for everything? That the Bank of East Alibaba owns Brazil? That driving a car is a privilege as well as a right? That ground beef is the food of the gods? That soon you can do everything without moving an inch? That free hammocks will be given to everyone? That Prometheus was eaten by a sparrow? Aux barricades! mes amis Aux barricades!
David Wiley, painter-poet, exhibits throughout California and abroad. A book about his work, The Poetry of Color, is in progress. To inquire about David Wiley's paintings, click here. For more of his paintings, poetry and articles, Check the Archives: