The Revolution will not be Telegraphed
A song of Pure Genius from Jeff Grubb of The Alliterates :
The Revolution Will Not Be Telegraphed
You will not be able to stay home, old mate.
You will not be able to flee the smoke, go to ground, and lie doggo.
You will not be able to lose yourself on absinthe and opium,
Skip down to the club or the public for a quick one,
Because the revolution will not be telegraphed.The revolution will not be telegraphed.
The revolution will not be transmitted in dots and dashes
Translated by Powell’s semaphoric boys.
The revolution will not show you stereographs
Transmitted to your handheld
Or posted broadsheet-style on the street for the plebes.
Of the Great Game and Chinese Gordon and Shaka Z.
The revolution will not be telegraphed.
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Thoughts on David Carradine’s Unfortunate Demise
I must confess that my first thoughts upon hearing the news of David Carradine’s Unfortunate Demise were to recall a few lines from an old X-files episode.
In Clyde Bruckman’s Final Repose (1995) Mulder is given a cryptic warning by a Psychic:
Clyde Bruckman: You know, there are worse ways to go, but I can’t think of a more undignified way than autoerotic asphyxiation.
Mulder: Why are you telling me that?
Clyde Bruckman: Look, forget I mentioned it. It’s none of my business.
