With the arrogance of youth, I determined to do no less than to transform the world with Beauty. If I have succeeded in some small way, if only in one small corner of the world, amongst the men and women I love, then I shall count myself blessed, and blessed, and blessed, and the work goes on. -- William Morris

Monday, December 15, 2008

Beware the Monsters of Concision

Below the light of struggle
And the glow of real thought,
Where the mind and heart find challenge
In the beauty always sought;

Lurk the monsters of concision,
A Hydra talking head,
Squeezing “truths” from nature’s bounty
Nothing heard and nothing said.

And the forkéd tongues of triumph
Whip the backs of pregnant words,
Until meaning is miscarried
And only noise is heard.

Truth usurped by information
Money’s ugly hungry grip,
All the wizards behind curtains
Hiding corporate sponsorship.

Selling stories and desire
Till the masses have all spent;
Clothing truth in fitted progress
Manufacturing Consent.

Within a fast-food nation,
Soundbites rotting every tooth,
With a hunger so familiar,
There’s no more appetite for truth.

So beware the monsters of concision,
That feed upon the common mind,
Take up the heart as sword and shield,
And no truth is left behind.

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