wake up, rod

White boy 1. statement of bias Privilege, I used to think, is monstrous. Pink meat, spoiled in white tyvex, coiled around something more essential. These male parts, preventing transcendent understanding, cursing progeny, progenitors, the presence of preference. Privilege, I think, is monstrous – but monster knows best. 2. the conflict is a conflict of interest How presumptive to pick up the hatchet. The hatchet cuts wood, I need no firewood. Others need wood. Others hate wood. I hate wood. But I hate it because that tree should know better. Still, I keep that maul in paw, lend my strength to those mid-cut, pray as lumber falls that similarities don’t attract. 3. discursive proof The white boys listen to Hot 97. As primary consumers who bought the product they do with it what they want. Let’s put a advisory on money, saying “Buying shit entitles you to nothing.” Let’s teach that “Owning money is enough of an entitlement already.” 4. pilgrim’s progress What’s the net utility of the priv...

Assignment #9, the gauntlet, the proving ground, the bildungsroman, the trial by fire: SOMEWHERE IN FLORIDA VOTES ARE STILL BEING COUNTED. Its simple. Write a political poem. Write a political poem with deference to performance. Write a political poem that's performative, but not pedantic Write a performative political poem that avoids the easy, and avoids the pedantic. Make it something as fun to read on the page as it is to hear. Make it something new. Use any politics. This is it, folks. Due Friday the 13th. If he's not woken up by then, he'll probably go into hibernation.