where it's at today, right now, with tiny clouds distant in the blue blue sky

"dear brothers and sisters dear enemies and friends why are we all so alone here?
what we need is a little more hope and a little more joy
what we need is a little more light a little less weight a little more freedom

if we were an army; and if we believed that we were an army; and we believed...
but everyone was scared like little lost children in grown up clothes and poses
so we ended up alone here floating through long wasted days or great tribulations
while everything felt wrong

good words strong words words that could've moved mountains!
words that no one ever said we were all waiting to hear those words
and no one ever said them and the tactics never hatched and the plans were never mapped
and we all learned not to believe

and strange loathsome monsters loafed through the hills wondering why it was best to
never ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever wonder why

so tangled o tangled up in bright red ribbons
let's have a parade it's been so long since we had a parade
so let's have a parade
let's invite all our friends and all our friend's friends
let's promenade down the boulevards
with terrific pride and light in our eyes twelve feet tall and staggering
sick with joy with the angels there and light in our eyes

brothers and sisters HOPE still waits in the wings, a bitter spinster,
patient lonely shivering waiting to build her glorious fires
it's because of our plans, man our beautiful ridiculous plans
let's launch them like careening jetplanes
let's crash all our planes into the river
let's build strange and radiant machines
because jericho is waiting to fall..."

-- I heard this read by a little child's voice on A Silver Mt. Zion's "Built then Burnt (Hurrah! Hurrah!)" by Efrim (you may know him from Godspeed You! Black Emperor)
variously attributed to Ricardo Wattistico as "Jericho", though I've found no more than one site to confirm that claim of authorship.

yes. yes. yes and yes. come on! Come on! no more let's just witness something let's just build something, let's just echo something that was never before uttered. Yes. Come on! Boil out the bitter parts and cool them down with music, music colored with blue tears and red kisses; music the flavor of burning corn husks, cool cool ice cream. Yes!

I heart your vagina too, Carrie...

but when if one says that out loud, and one looks like me, well... Let's just say nobody wants creepy older guys saying that at all. The authorities would have to investigate such statements.

http://www.startribune.com/stories/1592/5382316.html
In any case, I think this girl is all right and the phrase "in a school of 1,300 students, the word vagina is too disruptive" should be carved into the principal's forehead. Or at least on her tombstone. Which other clinical terms are also disruptive? I heart my fallopian tubes. I heart my gall bladder. I heart my superior vena cava. I heart my vas deferens. I admit, however, I'm tired of The Vagina Monologues.

Obligatory Self-Promotional Segue: If you are also tired of every third play being called "the blah blah blah monologues" I urge you to go to The Harry and Same Dialogues 7:30 pm, May 5,6, 7, 13,14, 20, 21 at the Acadia Cafe. Starring Forrest Brandt and Allen Malicsi. Directed by ... ME. $12.

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