Poem of the Week, Folk Music as Wooly Mammoth, Terry McCarty

1. Sorry this is a bit later than usual. Editrice Liz is resuming her summer job protecting stingrays and butterflies and the like.
2. This poem is quite appropriate, as she's been on a folk music kick (Editrice Laura just looks like a girl in a folk song), but realizes folk's limitations.
3. Still, communal singing and peaceful protest can be a lot of fun. Just sayin'.
4. If the Rapture happens tomorrow, it might be equivalent to extinction, and Wooly Mammoths went extinct....
5. If the Rapture happens tomorrow, we can almost totally assure you that we will still be here. If you are, congratulations! You can still read your favorite literary magazine--however, should you be whisked away through the clouds to the pearly gates, you'll have to forgo this mortal coil. You really should have had more fun, you know....
6. We love PBS. And that won't be up there either. Well....hasta la vista, true believers! Nice disagreeing vociferously with you!

FOLK MUSIC AS WOOLY MAMMOTH

PRESERVED IN ICE

by Terry McCarty

(inspired by the PBS fund-raising special
JOHN SEBASTIAN'S FOLK MUSIC REWIND)


Did you see old man John Sebastian
on the Public Broadcasting System?
He now looks a little like George Segal
and sounds a lot like Peter Coyote.

Did you see old man Barry McGuire
singing EVE OF DESTRUCTION?
He now looks like a retired WWE wrestler
and wears NYPD patches on his black T-shirt.

Did you watch this tribute to old folk music
in the comfort of your home
as people protest and die in far-off lands
and American media propagandizes
about the evils of WikiLeaks
and the perfidy of Julian Assange
(the timing of the latter is rather convenient)?

Did you once gather for communal singing
and peaceful demonstration
until you "grew out of it"
because too many people told you
that standing up for the rights of others
was passe and not likely to lead to good job offers?

Of course you did.

And I did too.