Twenty-four years come midnight. Reflecting on some forty that left the day before, across the world. God knows, One would hope. Vapid, televised, white paint running. It once mattered to, with a drop of sadness, believe in nothing. What nostalgia for weeping in these times of concrete slabs that crush us bearing selfish, despairing grins. Engraved manifestos. … Continue reading In Some Thing Called Western Civilization – A Poem