Cavemen in Tuxedos (an editorial) (article) by Odin odin@aflx.com on AuthorsDen

The world’s accelerated chaos begs perhaps unanswerable questions. One must regret it’s not an American exclusive problem. Cavemen in Tuxedos (an editorial) by Odin Roark Choose your costume Your weapon Your accouterments of security And still you have what? Whether through the culture of law Medicine Politics Science We learn very little About nature wanting us to be But human Too many carry the club of greed Protected by armature power Positions free to brandish self-serving blows Whether from insulated offices Atop towering edifices of success Or in the hallowed halls of governance Where purposed legislative impotence Knows only re-election They continue their deliverance Wielding crushing blows upon sanity Taking advantage of society’s acquiescence Rendering its moral compass to tatters Knowing its philosopher king remains Nowhere to be found Would that a visitor might appear One from some distant and ancient planet One whose existence Has survived billions of years Visiting for one purpose only To deliver a message “You have lost your minds. Choosing to live in a bubble Thinking it will never burst. My presence now becomes your testimony Such solipsism has in fact started its implosion” Might it be Self annihilation merely waits Choice of method By our cavemen in tuxedos?

Oh, how we love to point the finger. Is it not the time to demand of our minds that we accept the blame? Not them. Like it or not, we are truly all on

As I reflect on poets and story tellers from this site I’ve read, I often think of their daring to break out of the box, to seek new understanding of

To be a poet, a novelist addressing life that matters, a short story writer creating anecdotal gems needing exposure, is to be unsatisfied with the st

Reviewed by m j hollingshead

Reviewed on November 23, 2015

compelling read

Reviewed by Ronald Hull

Reviewed on May 22, 2013

As another writer here so aptly points out, are very nature is tied up in a matrix that is our undoing. Unless we can break free from the matrix and then can act sanely, we are doomed to run off the cliff like lemmings or off the cliff in the train like Robert Heilbroner so eloquently described in “The Worldly Philosophers.”

In the meantime, “The Population Bomb,” is waiting to explode and doesn't care what we wear or look like.

Ron

Reviewed by Jansen Estrup

Reviewed on May 21, 2013

I cannot decide whether to wear my bearskin or thatch to the event ... powerfully put, Odin. Perhaps you are the philosopher king, or its herald.