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The Revolution Will Not Be Televised

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by Gil Scott-Heron (1949-2011)


You will not be able to stay home, brother.
You will not be able to plug in, turn on and cop out.
You will not be able to lose yourself on skag and skip,
Skip out for beer during commercials,
Because the revolution will not be televised.

The revolution will not be televised.

The revolution will not be brought to you by Xerox
In 4 parts without commercial interruptions.
The revolution will not show you pictures of Nixon
blowing a bugle and leading a charge by John
Mitchell, General Abrams and Spiro Agnew to eat
hog maws confiscated from a Harlem sanctuary.

The revolution will not be televised.

The revolution will not be brought to you by the
Schaefer Award Theatre and will not star Natalie
Woods and Steve McQueen or Bullwinkle and Julia.
The revolution will not give your mouth sex appeal.
The revolution will not get rid of the nubs.
The revolution will not make you look five pounds
thinner, because the revolution will not be televised, Brother.

There will be n…

How Beautiful It Is

by Robinson Jeffers


It flows out of mystery into mystery: there is no beginning—
How could there be? And no end—how could there be?
The stars shine in the sky like the spray of a wave
Rushing to meet no shore, and the great music
Blares on forever, but to us very soon
It will be blind. Not we, nor our children nor the human race
Are destined to live forever, the breath will fail,
The eyes will break—perhaps of our own explosive vile
Vented upon each other—or a stingy peace
Makes parents fools—but far greater witnesses
Will take our places. It is only a little planet
But how beautiful it is.

The Metaphysicians of South Jersey

by Stephen Dunn

Because in large cities the famous truths
already had been plumbed and debated,the metaphysicians of South Jerseylowered their gaze, just tried to be themselves. They'd gather at coffee shops in the Vinelandand deserted shacks deep in the Pine Barrens.Nothing they came up with matteredso they were free to be eclectic, and as oddas getting to the heart of things demanded.They walked undisguised in the boardwalk.At the Hamilton Mall they blendedwith the bargain-hunters and the feckless.Almost everything amazed them,the last hour of a country fair,blueberry fields covered with mist.They sought the approximate weight of sadness,its measure and coloration. But they likeda good ball game too, well pitched, lots of zeroson the score board. At night when they lay down, exhausted and enthralled, their spouses knewit was too soon to ask any hard questions.Come breakfast, as always, the metaphysicianswould begin to list the many small thingsthey'd observed and thought, unab…

The Emperor of Ice Cream

by Wallace Stevens

Call the roller of big cigars,
The muscular one, and bid him whip
In kitchen cups concupiscent curds.
Let the wenches dawdle in such dress
As they are used to wear, and let the boys
Bring flowers in last month's newspapers.
Let be be finale of seem.
The only emperor is the emperor of ice-cream.

Take from the dresser of deal,
Lacking the three glass knobs, that sheet
On which she embroidered fantails once
And spread it so as to cover her face.
If her horny feet protrude, they come
To show how cold she is, and dumb.
Let the lamp affix its beam.
The only emperor is the emperor of ice-cream.