Monday, June 02, 2008

of days gone by and idealogy with them


once upon a time i was a teenager sitting in her bathroom smoking cigarettes and listening to a beautiful mouth piece of my generation, ani difranco. i remember being awe-struck listening to her album "not so soft" for the first time. it was the mid-nineties and there were so many challenging things happening in the world. things like aids and homosexuality were just being to come into major dialogue in mainstream culture and media to the point that those of us who had grow up in isolated versions of life couldn't avoid these issues anymore.

looking back well over ten years later i realize that exposure to her magnetic feminism has helped to define mine. i remember the utter frustration and stupidity of those high school drama's that i was entangled in at the time and how different life is now.

but i also remember this as a time where hope was a more tangible element...it was a hope in the future, hope in God, a hope that was yet untouched by things and fractures both personal and global.

i had yet to loose two of the most loved elders in my family, speaking of my family it was still in fact a family at that time not the fractured shell it is now, i had yet to really have my heart broken, our country had not yet experienced the fear based reaction and subsequent war that came out of september 11, 2001 because we had yet to sit glued to a television set watching in horror as monuments of our country and cultural ethos were shattered by hijacked airplanes, we had yet to be ruled for eight long years by a leadership that fundamentally has sought to destroy the ideas of freedom it "seeks to protect" in the name of safety.

it was a time where those of us who were growing up in it thought that we would find our battles and our cause and we would fight the good fight just like many of our parents did in their own way back in the sixties. we forgot that they lost. that there was the cold war and watergate and vietman continued and continues even now in the lives of many of our parents. we were the cross bearers of the horrors of dispare and materialism. these were some of the ways our parents tried to cope with the horror and betrayal of beautiful idealism of the sixties.

twinges of that hope returns as i listen to this album i remember a moment where there was hope and beauty and the belief that there is still good. i want to grow a place like that again to live out of a place that still believes in goodness even though i have witnessed great horror, sorrow, and pain. let's choose hope offer that to our children....i want to look for a live into the holes in my jeans.


looking for the holes

i am looking for the holes
the holes in your jeans
because i want to know
are they worn out in the seat
or are they worn out in the knees

there are so many ways to wear
what we have before it's gone
to make use of what is there
you know i don't wear anything i can't wipe my hands on

oh, do your politics fit between the headlines
are they written in newsprint, are they distant
mine are crossing an empty parking lot
they are a woman walking home
at night
alone
they are six string that sing
and wood that hums against my hipbone

we can't afford to do anyone harm
because we owe them our lives
each breath is recycled from someone else's lungs
our enemies are the very air in disguise

you can talk a great philosophy
but if you can't be kind to people
every day
it doesn't mean that much to me
it's the little things you do
the little things you say
it's the love you give along the way

when we patch things up
they say a job well done
but when we ask the question why
where did the rips come from?
they say we are subversive
and extreme, of course
we are just trying to track a problem to its source

we are looking for the holes
the holes
we are looking for the holes
the holes

because we know we can't sit back
and let people come to harm
we owe them our lives
each breath is recycled from someone else's lungs
our enemies are the very air
our enemies are the air

i am looking for the holes
the holes in your jeans
because i want to know
are they worn out in the seat
or are they worn out in the knees

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