"American Dream" Love It Or Hate It? Discuss.

mattconlon · Post by **mattconlon** » Fri Sep 14, 2007 6:33 pm

Yay since this is the first post in this forum, I figured that this was the most appropriate question. What do you all think?

Xhile · Post by **Xhile** » Fri Sep 14, 2007 7:09 pm

Indeed. Maybe check out

http://eplaya.burningman.org/viewtopic.php?t=21654

where there's already been considerable discussion of the 08 theme.

BAS · Post by **BAS** » Mon Sep 17, 2007 9:14 pm

"Love It Or Hate It"? Can I choose "Or"?

B.

pinemom · Post by **pinemom** » Mon Sep 17, 2007 10:10 pm

Yeah I'll second a vote on the "OR"

really people, its just a statement or if you prefer a title...kinda like your sixth grade teacher would write on the chaulk board for essay time.
...what you wrote about wasnt neccesarily all about the title...it was just a prick of the ink on paper that got your mind going.

Design your own version of what the American dream means to you, or what it doesnt mean for that matter. Make fun of it...chew on it spat it out.
We go to burningman to see our friends and family, not to see the Theme.
And its not like they got some big'ol billboard in your face when you come in...thank the playa Gods!

Do you know how hard it was to be green last yr?
It wasnt...
You take 50+K people off the roads on their daily commutes/errands for a week(ok lets pretend i really calculated this and aint just pulling it out of my ass),
you take 50+K people away from styrofoam food container waste for a week,
you take 50+K people, and put smiles on their silly faces and in their hearts....

Priceless and no being green wasnt hard now was it?

ok...here WAS an idea...burp:: the BMHQ shouldve dyed all the playa silt with green pigment chalk...then everything wouldve been green for sure.

okcismelanie · Post by **okcismelanie** » Tue Sep 18, 2007 8:33 am

hate it....

Marmot · Post by **Marmot** » Tue Sep 18, 2007 2:38 pm

Love it AND Hate it

Ginsberg said:

America I've given you all and now I'm nothing.
America two dollars and twenty-seven cents January 17, 1956.
I can't stand my own mind.
America when will we end the human war?
Go fuck yourself with your atom bomb
I don't feel good don't bother me.
I won't write my poem till I'm in my right mind.
America when will you be angelic?
When will you take off your clothes?
When will you look at yourself through the grave?
When will you be worthy of your million Trotskyites?
America why are your libraries full of tears?
America when will you send your eggs to India?
I'm sick of your insane demands.
When can I go into the supermarket and buy what I need with my good looks?
America after all it is you and I who are perfect not the next world.
Your machinery is too much for me.
You made me want to be a saint.
There must be some other way to settle this argument.
Burroughs is in Tangiers I don't think he'll come back it's sinister.
Are you being sinister or is this some form of practical joke?
I'm trying to come to the point.
I refuse to give up my obsession.
America stop pushing I know what I'm doing.
America the plum blossoms are falling.
I haven't read the newspapers for months, everyday somebody goes on trial for
murder.
America I feel sentimental about the Wobblies.
America I used to be a communist when I was a kid and I'm not sorry.
I smoke marijuana every chance I get.
I sit in my house for days on end and stare at the roses in the closet.
When I go to Chinatown I get drunk and never get laid.
My mind is made up there's going to be trouble.
You should have seen me reading Marx.
My psychoanalyst thinks I'm perfectly right.
I won't say the Lord's Prayer.
I have mystical visions and cosmic vibrations.
America I still haven't told you what you did to Uncle Max after he came over
from Russia.

I'm addressing you.
Are you going to let our emotional life be run by Time Magazine?
I'm obsessed by Time Magazine.
I read it every week.
Its cover stares at me every time I slink past the corner candystore.
I read it in the basement of the Berkeley Public Library.
It's always telling me about responsibility. Businessmen are serious. Movie
producers are serious. Everybody's serious but me.
It occurs to me that I am America.
I am talking to myself again.

Asia is rising against me.
I haven't got a chinaman's chance.
I'd better consider my national resources.
My national resources consist of two joints of marijuana millions of genitals
an unpublishable private literature that goes 1400 miles and hour and
twentyfivethousand mental institutions.
I say nothing about my prisons nor the millions of underpriviliged who live in
my flowerpots under the light of five hundred suns.
I have abolished the whorehouses of France, Tangiers is the next to go.
My ambition is to be President despite the fact that I'm a Catholic.

America how can I write a holy litany in your silly mood?
I will continue like Henry Ford my strophes are as individual as his
automobiles more so they're all different sexes
America I will sell you strophes $2500 apiece $500 down on your old strophe
America free Tom Mooney
America save the Spanish Loyalists
America Sacco & Vanzetti must not die
America I am the Scottsboro boys.
America when I was seven momma took me to Communist Cell meetings they
sold us garbanzos a handful per ticket a ticket costs a nickel and the
speeches were free everybody was angelic and sentimental about the
workers it was all so sincere you have no idea what a good thing the party
was in 1935 Scott Nearing was a grand old man a real mensch Mother
Bloor made me cry I once saw Israel Amter plain. Everybody must have
been a spy.
America you don're really want to go to war.
America it's them bad Russians.
Them Russians them Russians and them Chinamen. And them Russians.
The Russia wants to eat us alive. The Russia's power mad. She wants to take
our cars from out our garages.
Her wants to grab Chicago. Her needs a Red Reader's Digest. her wants our
auto plants in Siberia. Him big bureaucracy running our fillingstations.
That no good. Ugh. Him makes Indians learn read. Him need big black niggers.
Hah. Her make us all work sixteen hours a day. Help.
America this is quite serious.
America this is the impression I get from looking in the television set.
America is this correct?
I'd better get right down to the job.
It's true I don't want to join the Army or turn lathes in precision parts
factories, I'm nearsighted and psychopathic anyway.
America I'm putting my queer shoulder to the wheel.

Ugly Dougly · Post by **Ugly Dougly** » Wed Sep 19, 2007 10:42 am

Happy talk, keep talking happy talk,
Talk about things you'd like to do,
You gotta have a dream, if you don't have a dream,
How you gonna have a dream come true?

Talk about a moon floating in de sky looking like a lily on a lake,
Talk about a bird learning how to flyMaking all the music he can make
Happy talk, keep talking' happy talk,Talk about things you'd like to do,
You gotta have a dream, if you don't have a dream,How you gonna have a dream come true?

Talk about a star looking like a toyPeeking through de branches of a tree,
Talk about a girl, talk about a boy,Counting all de ripples on de sea
Happy talk, keep talking happy talk,
Talk about things you'd like to do
You gotta have a dream, if you don't have a dream,How you gonna have a dream come true?

Talk about a boy saying to de girl: "Golly, baby, I'm a lucky cuss!"
Talk about a girl saying to de boy: "You an' me is lucky to be us!"
Happy talk, keep talking' happy talk,Talk about things you'd like to do,
You gotta have a dream, if you don't have a dream,How you gonna have a dream come true?
If you don't talk happy and you never dream,Then you'll never have a dream come true.

Vidmagic · Post by **Vidmagic** » Thu Oct 11, 2007 11:42 am

Great!
It will give so many of us a chance to brush off our Halloween SS costumes and strut about dessert in black boots.
I just hope there are some good workshops on current CIA interogation methods.
The "Dream" does not get any better than this.