2010/12/03

May you live in Interesting Times. A Chinese Curse that came true for us all.

Today,  something interesting actually happened to me.   Sad and comical at the same time.  I wrote a bad prose poem about zombies not knowing they were dead and how they were always eating my brain,  and that I would kill the next one... making it out like my brain had already been eaten (which made me a Zombie, too...).   It was stupid.   Probably came after watching half of a zombie movie the other night.  Which was pretty damn scary going in,  Romero's Mall.

I put it up on Facebook,   where I am doing a number  of things,  writing a book in the voice of gnl  x,  writing about politics,  putting  up the Waking Up Jesus books.    

Today,   I  found myself awakened from a nap by two very nice Secret Service agents...   doing their jobs,  though I think they knew even before coming here that this was nothing.   Anyways,  I invited them in  and they interviewed me about myself,   asked if I had guns,  then if they could look and make sure I was not lying.   I know they are doing their job and treated them with the respect I do anyone.   Very personable.   I liked talking to  them, actually.    I see why they have to check everything out.   Better than letting that one nut get  by who kills someone.

I  am not  going to read much into this,  because I think  they were satisfied and could tell who I am fairly clearly.   That is one good thing about being a prolific writer on line...   if they want to see who I am, I am all out there.

The one guy liked  my  paintings.   It  really is not that big of a deal to me,  but I am certainly going to be more careful with poetry.    Poetry has to be able to go about anywhere.... but prose poetry?   I don't think people get it as much.

I  am  sorry  it happened though.   I  think these agents basically check out stuff that is nothing all the time,  because it was no big deal to them.   I  could also tell that sometimes,  people reacted pretty hysterical, alarmed, or whatever when they came to their door.   Like any officers of the law,  dealing with them is enough to make some people crazy...  doesn't take too many episodes of COPS to get that across.

 They were about as nice as people can be,  so I imagine the people who go off on them are probably crazy, terrified, drunk, or guilty of something.  They asked all the basic questions you would...  I think after I explained to them that this was a metaphor,  and then they explained that while that did seem plain to them, someone had called in about it and they had to check it out.

I always kind of think of my writing in the context of all of my work... if I write all over the place that I do not want people to get violent,   and advocate  all these peaceful ways to protest,  how to avoid people who want you to do violence,etc...  that people would understand this is where I stand.  That is kind of stupid of me...  everything can be taken out of context.

There is the general air of my work lately ...  The Gnl X is trying to avoid the violence that he see's coming in a  war over dwindling resources and the effects of the greenhouse and over-population.    He writes of it over and over...  but he also writes about being a threat.     When I write about that threat,  I talk about peaceful protest,  etc..   I like protests that people can bring their families too.   Those are the ones I grew up on,  with the Unions, in Indiana,  and around the mid-west. He is also a soldier,  and thinks like a soldier,  and writes like a soldier.   The reluctant revolutionary.

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