Crumbs – an election day poem

Crumbs a poem by Kat Micari about our societyI said that I would post this poem every election day until things really changed in this country, and here it is again. Originally from The Little Book of Insurrection or the Poetry of My Discontent. And you can also see me doing a reading of it here.

I know this isn’t a very exciting election cycle nationally, but your vote counts more locally, and it is through making changes on the smaller levels that we can get more change at the higher levels. If you choose to vote, vote for your convictions, not for the almighty dollar or for the corporations. Unless your convictions are to worship said money and corporations, and if so, I might have some questions for you.

I want honesty and integrity and all the muck out in the open. I want civic leaders to be true leaders, examples to the rest of us, and not repugnant filth that I wouldn’t want my children to go near. It shouldn’t be too much to ask. But that’s not how the game is played. My solution, as always, is to change the game.

Annual Reposting of My Poem Crumbs

Crumbs

Don’t forget, last year I put a video reading of this poem up on YouTube, if you want to see me get a little fired up. I will continue posting this poem every election day until I feel like the American people have made a real shift.

Crumbs is from my collection The Little Book of Insurrection or the Poetry of My Discontent, which is available on both Amazon and Smashwords.

“I don’t want to live in my father’s house no more…”

The lyrics to Arcade Fire’s Windowsill have spoken to me since hearing the album Neon Bible for the first time years ago. Actually, that whole album is thought-provoking in many ways. But it was this song that came to my mind waking up after the election in the United States last month.

I’ve always been a floater socially. I know that’s a jump in topics, but stick with me because there is a point. In high school, I had friends and acquaintances in a lot of different groups, without truly belonging to any one group. It made me feel both alienated in some ways and free in others, because I never concerned myself with dressing or acting a certain way to fit in. And for someone getting over the scars of being bullied in the years leading up to high school, it felt safer to not dig in too deep anywhere. Sure, there were feelings of isolation sometimes, of never fitting in, of loneliness, but I was also given the opportunity to notice the similarities between individuals in different groups. We all struggle for the same things in life, and we’re all struggling for them alongside each other. And it would be far easier if we reached out a hand to help each other rather than hope that an entire group of people ceases to exist. That way leads to disaster for everyone.

I’m not entirely sure what the answer is. How can you help heal cognitive dissonance in a massive number of people? How do you help them to realize how much they are manipulated by various systems in such a way that doesn’t alienate them? It seems a herculean task, but a necessary one.

So despite my initial response, I am not leaving “my father’s house”, either physically or mentally. I intend to remain and do the work needed to build the society we could be living in. I intend to engage as much as possible with this time we find ourselves in. As part of that, I will start to blog about some ideas I have but don’t really have the knowledge to implement, and maybe some of you will be able to chime in, and maybe ideas can become realities.

Here are the full lyrics. Gives me goosebumps to read them.

I don’t wanna hear the noises on tv
I don’t want the salesmen coming after me
I don’t wanna live in my father’s house no more
I don’t want it faster, I don’t want it free
I don’t wanna show you what they done to me
I don’t wanna live in my father’s house no more
I don’t wanna choose black or blue
I don’t wanna see what they done to you
I don’t wanna live in my father’s house no more
Because the tide is high
And it’s rising still
And I don’t wanna see it at my windowsill
Don’t wanna give ’em my name and address
Don’t wanna see what happens next
Don’t wanna live in my father’s house no more
Don’t wanna live with my father’s debt
You can’t forgive what you can’t forget
Don’t wanna live in my father’s house no more
Don’t wanna fight in a holy war
Don’t want the salesmen knocking at my door
I don’t wanna live in america no more
Because the tide is high
And it’s rising still
And I don’t wanna see it at my windowsill
I don’t wanna see it at my windowsill
I don’t wanna see it at my windowsill
I don’t wanna see it at my windowsill
Mtv, what have you done to me?
Save my soul, set me free!
Set me free! what have you done to me?
I can’t breathe! I can’t see!
World war iii
When are you coming for me?
Been kicking up sparks
We set the flames free
The windows are locked now
So what’ll it be?
A house on fire, a rising sea?
Why is the night so still?
Why did I take the pill?
Because I don’t wanna see it at my windowsill!

Windowsill from Neon Bible
By Arcade Fire

An Election Day Poem

I said I would post this poem every election day until things change. This year, the United States election climate got especially ugly. We fall so easily into the traps held open for us.

Crumbs

We squabble over crumbs on the floor

While the big pile of money… oops… food

Sits on the table just out of reach.

We eat self-help slogans

Never acknowledging that this game

Of life is rigged against us.

Slogans offer little sustenance.

We dance as the puppet masters

Pull the strings.

We follow the magicians’

Sleight of hand

And allow ourselves to be astounded

With their misdirection.

We obsess with details

Refusing to ever see the big picture.

And we are amazed that we remain

Forever hungry.

 

Copyright 2013, Kat Micari

From The Little Book of Insurrection or the Poetry of My Discontent

 

Crumbs – a poem

I think I’ll just post this every November on Election Day until it no longer is relevant.

Crumbs

We squabble over crumbs on the floor
While the big pile of money… oops… food
Sits on the table just out of our reach.
We eat self-help slogans,
Never acknowledging that this game
Of life is rigged against us.
Sound bites offer little sustenance.
We dance as the puppet masters
Pull the strings.
We follow the magician’s
Sleight of hand
And allow ourselves to be astounded
By the misdirection.
We obsess with details,
Refusing to ever see the big picture.
And we are amazed that we remain
Forever hungry.

From The Little Book of Insurrection or the Poetry of My Discontent
Copyright 2013, Kat Micari

Crumbs – a poem

Appropriate poem for election day.

Kat Micari

Crumbs

We squabble over crumbs on the floor
While the big pile of money… oops… food
Sits on the table just out of our reach.
We eat self-help slogans,
Never acknowledging that this game
Of life is rigged against us.
Sound bites offer little sustenance.
We dance as the puppet masters
Pull the strings.
We follow the magician’s
Sleight of hand
And allow ourselves to be astounded
By the misdirection.
We obsess with details,
Refusing to ever see the big picture.
And we are amazed that we remain
Forever hungry.

From The Little Book of Insurrection or the Poetry of My Discontent
Copyright 2013, Kat Micari

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On Civil Discourse

A majority of Americans seem to have lost the ability to hold rational, well-thought out discussions and arguments.  This thought has been brought to my mind MANY times during this election, and I am already gearing up for the ugliness to come tonight, no matter which candidate wins.

I love a good debate.  I am a very opinionated person, and I love to pick apart other people’s arguments, sometimes simply for the sake of doing so.  But I also am willing to admit that I am wrong and to change my position, and this is partially why I pick things apart so thoroughly in a discussion.  If you’ve got an opinion that is supported by facts, or you are looking at it from a different perspective that I havn’t before considered, then I may amend my viewpoints.  It’s how I grow as a human being.  It seems though that this is rare.  Most people want to just spout their opinions, with little fact to back up their viewpoint, and then refuse to listen to the other person talking.  There is so much noise that it seems impossible to find a steady path through the fog.  I rely on my inner compass to help me find my way, but I think a lot of people have broken compasses.

I believe that humanity is balanced on the edge of a knife right now, and that we will find out in our lifetimes which way we’ll fall.  I hope we’re able to push forward as a species, but I’m not optimistic of our ability to do so.

Regardless of how tonight’s election turns out, please try to express your opinions and feelings in a non-antagonistic way.  Families and friendships have already been torn apart by this presidential race, and there is no reason to add salt to already raw and open wounds.

State of the Nation

I have not watched the presidential debates, and I have been avoiding social media like the plague for hours after.  I choose instead to read the transcripts the following day and then investigate the lies told by both sides.  With the internet, it is surprisingly easy to do so.  I shouldn’t be surprised that more people don’t do this research, but if I scroll down to the comment section on any news article, I can clearly see that it isn’t happening.

This has been yet another very ugly political race.  Emotions are running high on both sides.  As someone who desires Truth-with-a-capital-T above all else, I find the lies and the spin put on facts very hard to bear from both sides.  I find the name calling from both sides ugly.  And I find the divide and conquer tactics from both sides very troubling.  And I fear that no matter who is elected, the United States is going to lose.

We don’t have leaders in politics right now.  We don’t have any visionaries.  We don’t have any people willing to look to the future and the present at the same time.  What we have are two very flawed political parties with their hands very deep into the pockets of big business.  What we have are people who keep trying to put Band-Aids over a gaping belly wound.

I lean towards the Democratic side on several issues (although I am surprisingly a “true conservative” on several others), but mostly because the current Republican stance on women frightens me.  Though frankly, I’m disgusted by both parties at this point.  Neither party supports common sense or actually getting to the root of problems.  Neither is above manipulating people.

I honestly feel like if you want to be a politician, you should automatically be disqualified from ever becoming one.  I’m sick of being told that I need to choose “the lesser of two evils”.  We deserve better as a population.  We need to get some smart, creative people making decisions, and we need to work together across party/generational/race/class lines to succeed as a nation.   The question remains though if we’ll ever be able to do that.