I Am Slow to Answer

Tiger got to hunt,


Bird got to fly;


Man got to sit and wonder 'why,why,why?'


Tiger got to sleep,


Bird got to land;


Man got to tell himself he understand.



Round and round and round we spin with feet made of lead and wings made of tin.

Revolution's a Lie

A lot of the work I've made lately has dealt with trash, and by extension, print advertisement materials. I enjoyed this paragraph from Player Piano much. The soverignty that big business and industry act under is almost inscrutable to the everyman. Like a giant umbrella that guards their select interests in the storm of global challenges at hand: economic instability, climate change, a poorly managed scarcity of resources, so on. It does begin make a bit more sense when you put it in the context that Vonnegut has here: the notion that the heads of industries are simply drunk off their own koolaid. Even today, the advertising depicts these giant corporations as the frontiersmen of progress, the conductors of humane services, a whole new army of salvation (See: Genuity).