LIGHTEN UP…. WHILE YOU STILL CAN

LIGHTEN UP WHILE YOU STILL CAN
THERE’S NO TIME TO UNDERSTAND
SO OPEN UP WHILE YOU STILL CAN
AND TAKE
IT EAEEEzzzzzeeeeeeY TAKE IT  EEASY_EEEASY_EEEESY

It is 2011, the year of trying hard to not be dragged down by to-do’s every freaking day, am I right?
Okay I know, just like me you may rationally balk at the phase above in that old song, “no time to understand,” because it very well may be the exact right time to under-stand. At once it may also be the time to let the seat of our pants motivate us. Move us off of our spreading spot.
And unlike the 60’s- 70”s we have more to inspire us than three squares and squares serving them. However I argue that today taking a light intuitive heart-felt attitude makes much more moral sense than it did back then.
Is anyone else sick to death of endless talk talk talk about MONEY? Responsibility (to what? the Machine? which happens to be corrupt right here in River City?) Or shall we site all the sex- scandals among the CEO’s and public officials during the last two years while ART died a public death and Money money money was the ONLY topic of the day? Now the NEA is facing a truly gruesome death, and no wonder? The National Arts would be dying anyway from sheer indifferent negligence.  Lack of attention can kill a Panda bear and children only survive such negligence by the sheer determination of the species. Ask any child born in the 70’s.
Okay, ck out the Middle East… moving’ fast. And a lovely civic example of lightness of being, for a devil-may-care if I die today existential freedom! I ask you please let us take a hint from Egypt. And make this a time for our own revolution. One of flowers and art… let’s lighten up on the responsibilities, why not? money is ephemeral and so are we!


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About SimoneLazzeriEllis

Hello, I am a person in the after post modern world; a poet, author, film maker, & arts journalist by trade. I'm broke. I guess I'm a story teller and observer. The stories are all true, the reviews my best educated guess or rants in the middle of the night or behind a pony wall in a news room. You may disagree with what I say vehemently or not give a shit, or hey maybe awaken me anew with your Imagination and change boh our future-- yeah, I'd dig that-- .
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