Some people complained about the difficulty in reading my posts and I hope this new font style will solve that problem. As for the meat and potatoes of this poem; The style is sort of derived from Jack Anderson and his prosy odes on contemporary life, and the substance is an acknowledgement of the decline of western culture. Here the art works are fading, the music is in a dilapitated opera house, the architecture is crumbling into the surrounding waters, much as western culture seems to be getting swallowed up by the tumultuous world around it. The young people don't listen to classical music, its all hip hop and techno pop. They don't watch opera or look at art. They play video games and stare at reality shows on tv. There's a sadness in watching this decline, I think, for the older generation who grew up in this culture, an unsettling feeling of change. An uncertainty of where we are going next. A sense of drifting away from our roots, little by little. But there is also a sense of the inevitability of change, of the necessity of change. The world has been changing since it began, and do we really want to sit like stones in the stream, watching the world move passed us? All these things I tried to bring out in the images and voice of this poem. This is the lead off piece of Ruins, and I look forward to your comments. estory

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