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Al Young, usa |
Al Young was appointed Poet Laureate of the
State of California in Spring 2005. His many books include |
| Ba-Lues Done Gone Ballistic “Ba-lue Bolivar Bal-lues-are” is Thelonious Monk’s title for the slow 12-bar blues he composed for his close friend the Baronness Pannonica de Königswarter when she resided at Manhattan’s Hotel Bolivar in the late 1950s. The blues link the DNA of all of America’s music. Ba-lues (as in red-white-and) done gone ballistic all over the world, gone crazy, gone postal, gone fishing, gone every goodbye but gone. Ba-lues, Ba-lues (as in Basie’s “Bleep, Blop, Blues”) say E=MC2 (only inelegantly) don’t equal much, don’t equal rights, don’t equal action, don’t add up to nothing but slavery. Only this time Ba-lues got plenty new niggers chained up: Iraq, Iran, Afghanistan, Syria, Nigeria, Mexico— plenty places Texaco can pull a Colombia, U-Haul Yugoslavia (the former, that is), actively hate Haiti, preach Jesus and, like a God who don’t like ugly, take this one out, put that one in. Ba-lues taking names. Ba-lues’ song say: “Bring ’em on!” Ba-lues ain’t letting nothing pass. Ba-lues kick ass and laugh about it. Ba-lues don’t care what it cost. Ba-lues don’t care nothing about loss. Truth, youth, the Constitution, global resolutions, Simon Bolívar— Ba-lues don’t care nothing about freedom, Declarations of Independence. Ba-lues in the democracy business. Ba-lues run past you the terms of agreement for its I Accept, I Do Not Accept democracy installations. For males a Ba-lues tax cut means cutting your nuts; clitoridectomy for females. No tickee, no laundry. Ba-lues know if it ain’t no money in the treasury, they in the black, even if it’s the white poor who get bled out the red-white-and-blue. We spoilers. We victors. Ba-lues gone ballistic. Ba-lues can’t remember nothing about Vietnam, the corporate scam, the millions of bombs and people it dropped; the CIA agents, the FBI, the Agent Orange, the how now brown cow Dow of chemistry, physics, the darkening pain of an insane refrain. Ba-lues deals fear, Ba-lues deals jail, Ba-lues allows only the news it chooses. Ba-lues know Uncle Tom been done died. Ba-lues smooth your eyeball with Dr. and Ms. Thomas. Ba-lues think tanks bankroll books like The Bell Curve. All you boodie-call novelists, get in line. Ba-lues’ message to the world: “We still know better than to give a nigger an inch. The lynch mob, all electronic now, has jazz by night and anthrax by day. Ba-lues got statistics. Ba-lues gone fascistic. Ba-lues (as in red-white-and) done gone ballistic. |
| “Ba-lues Done Gone Ballistic” © 2004 by Al Young, originally published in nocturnes (re)view of literary arts, 2004. |