whenever one looks at tattered/ torn/ blue/ jeans/ black/ today
one thinks of luck as lucky styles
making it into the halls of fame, worldwide.
a place that money did not forget
since homeland has to get ahead,
while negative chocks,
being beyond control for the poor pressing ahead,
generate the goal which remains:
to claim that the future is ours.
true, poor minorities have stronger informal safety nets
but they, too, are living the erosion of the american bootblacks’ aspiration
to be real city youth.
are they more surreal or better trained to accept the somber struggles of service,
to not believe in blue collar jobs?
here,to service technology-driven growth?
by the way,
a means for refugees to make their way
unknown national quests
neither Armin Müller-Stahls
in crossing borders
to reach the doves,
they are always in the next room.
it’s impossible for them to stay in the same room!
while technology is the room they cannot not take up
to be their expressive tomb.
they are out of the blue, collarless,
our job is
to be in the next room, but not the same room.
as syrian rue they are the consciousness of man,
here, to appear in a jumble.
Friedrich Engels said:
we no longer find the actual series of moments, but a summary of mankind’s efforts to comprehend reality
can this be BLUE,
can this be: THRIFTLESSNESS
the promethean quest?
is it sweet bird of youth?
or willful waste of talent & character?
is it the opposite of dick?
can it be called mammal?
boy or tender blue?
true, once it was called ragged dick (Horatio Alger)
or new york street life as happiness for all …
setting its porphyry sail,
it is called
the guild shirt of electromagnetic drift
fittingly, it was called ragged dick
street life … happiness for all …
now, it still ruffles the fur of pacific whist … Tempo …
–Martina Gertrude Siebert
*Carol Graham, “Happiness for All?” Princeton University Press, 2017