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Inspiration Poem by John

Here is another poem of John Cooper’s that I think any artist can relate to on some level.


A woman lay upon my bed.
Her eyes were nightfall’s blue.
Her skin was bright, her hair was red;
a lust of light ran through my head.
“You called,” she said. I whispered, “Who –”
when suddenly the Bitter Dead
rode furiously through.
With pounding hoofs and wings outspread,
swarming in the room they flew.
A stillness filled me. It stank of dread.
“We didn’t come for you,” they said.
“We came for Inspiration.”

Inspiration tried to run;
they snared her just the same:
for well before your life’s begun,
death’s ragged web is neatly spun.
I marveled as they caught her frame —
her skin the fire of morning sun,
her lithe attire: auroral flame.
Dead authors turned in unison.
To me their gazes came —
“All great works have long been done,
so read for reading’s sake,” said one.
“Don’t look for Inspiration.”

“Her unborn lyrics make me smother,”
a poet sniffed the air.
“Everybody and his brother
writes poetry,” declared another,
and brushed against her hair.
And from her hair he sucked a song
that lingered there like silent prayer,
but now was swallowed: a buried gong.
He smiled — “Our lady’s fair!
Her hair is long; her skin is warm.
Let’s analyze her hidden form.”
And they stripped my Inspiration.

Her ripped dress fell about her feet;
her lingerie tore like paper.
She stood in silent, dismal defeat,
ashamed of hell’s resentful elite.
Starved artists started to caper:
“She’s much better than we expected!”
“Our eyes cannot escape her!”
“She’s too perfect to be respected!”
And they all commenced to rape her.
“Moneytalks! Lickerites!” Babbled more,
“Inspiration is a painter’s whore!”
They took my Inspiration.

Nasty they grew, and coarse they were;
each monster had his way.
When they were through, she didn’t stir.
And this was the last I saw of her:
unconscious on a horse she lay.
At last, the sated Bitter Dead
mounted up and bade good-day —
“Thanks for your Inspiration,” they said,
“and before we fly away:
we laid your bitch but never paid,
so here’s another as a trade.”
And they gave me Desperation.

Poor Inspiration. I barely met her.
And so, to aid my shock,
with Desperation I wrote her a letter.
But it hasn’t made me feel much better.
With Desperation I sit and rock,
lost in thought and sipping beer.
I stare at space and watch the clock,
and contemplate what still is here:
a hopeless case of writer’s block,
a bottle of beer, a messed up bed,
a hatred for the Bitter Dead,
and a lack of Inspiration.


A Government Not Just By and For the Wealthy People

My friend Steve Johns posted this on FB today and with his permission I am sharing it with you because I think it’s really fucking important.

And this is a Fox News link —– is this real life?


If you care about constitutional government or democracy in the USA, this is likely the most important thing that you will read about all year. I recommend you disregard all prattle about how it “could never pass” or be subsequently ratified and instead simply think clearly for yourself about what what a human being is, what human rights are, what “speech” is, what you think the political process is meant to accomplish, and whether you support the core idea of this amendment or not.

This struggle could be a long one (e.g. 1776-1865, or 1776-1920), or it might actually be accomplished sometime in the next few years. It depends entirely on what the people (you and I) insist on or are willing to let slide.

Not everybody has millions or billions to spend on buying elections, but everybody does have a mouth and tongue (think “organs of speech” here), and almost everybody could afford the tiny amount per-capita that would be necessary to publicly fund robustly communicative (and hopefully shorter!) election campaigns where the candidates did not owe their designation and success entirely to self-interested big money. Of course the winners of such campaigns could then spend their time actually learning and thinking about the complex issues that face our country and the world, instead of spending the lion’s share of their time hob-nobbing and dialing for dollars to keep themselves in the game for the next election.

IMO this issue transcends dualities such as Republican/Democrat, Conservative/Liberal, etc. (and these are just unhelpful labels anyway). This is the fate of the Republic, folks. The choice is Plutocracy vs. Democracy. The SCOTUS has sided with Plutocracy. Without an amendment, that’s the way it’s going to be.

Do we refresh the tree of liberty with a Constitutional Amendment, or do we let all hope of such peaceful refreshment die in our generation? This is the question that is upon us (like it or not).