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Here's the [link] to Gil Scott-Heron's "The Revolution Will Not be Televised". As someone who squirms often when popular TV shows are discussed because he knows nothing about these shows, this song is a comfort. Gil Scott-Heron is featured on the last track on Kanye West's latest album, My Beautiful Dark Twisted Fantasy, which itself is one of the greatest things I've heard in a while. The poem that is sampled is Comment #1. If you think Kanye is an asshole, yeezy has his retort ready for listening on the album. Kanye was specifically looking for cover art that would be censored, and it was. Check the wikipedia article about the making of this album. There's probably a lot of other great articles out there about it, but I haven't had the chance to check them out yet. I also strongly suggest listening to Kanye's first big single "Through the Wire" and reflect on the line "history in the making." To me, Kanye exemplifies what it means to have a vision and follow it. This work, My Beautiful Dark Twisted Fantasy was a lifetime in the making.

Here is my poem, I call it "Spaced Poetry #1"

because the helium had run out, and venus was too hot to touch from the

never ending rub of the sexy sun, computers stood still, moore’s law found a singularity,

for a hundred years man fought wars

for control of information technology.

David returned from immortal bliss, back to the earth he took a piss

when he first arrived, it was a long ride.

The slingshot today replaced by data streams and democracy dreams sloshing in the pool of human thought

and harnessing of the elements, our thoughts are bounded by the media to represent them.

Thoughts need not be so chained, indeed the brain

can fly, in itself contain

an entire universe, higher dimensions, dharma visions and cosmic collisions.

Hydrogen fission they said, that’s where it’s at. And I was growing up like Casey at the bat,

the American dream one day struck out. Mudville was never the same. Fission gives way to fusion

in the right circumstances, you need a veiled tribe of gypsy dancers,

shaking to the following series of chants:

“Woah say YOU in the FAR future times”

“Woah say jah in the FAR future times”

“Woah say Abraham, we are your sons”

“Woah say Allah, tho it means same as God”