ATTENTION SPAN

We, the walking dead of this Twenty-first century

Bedlam we've either created (I'm a boomer)or 

inherited, everyone else, have lost our souls. 

We no longer demand beauty like our ancestors 

did, we don't have a version of Art Deco, or 

Art Nouveau; we have stainless steel and glass. We 

don't have music, we have "rap." We do not have 

Georgia O'Keefe, or Norman Rockwell, we have 

Jackson Pollock, and garish graffiti to decorate 

our knife edged, modern buildings. No D.H. 

Lawrence, or William Carlos Williams, we have 

"spoken word" angry sermon misogynies. We don't 

even walk outside, anymore. We live in our screens

and VR, because we are terrified of rain, afraid of

light, faint at the touch of warm skin because we 

have seen ourselves, pants around our ankles, limp 

in the blood-stained mud. Our water comes in plastic, 

our food and medicine from Frankenstein's lab. 

Our politics is corrupt at every level. We laugh at 

murder. We have traded our souls for a pocketful 

of stones and money we don't even have the will 

or wisdom to keep. We have always known we 

are the worst thing ever to happen to our thatched 

cottage, Earth, out here on the trailing arm of God's 

hobby Milky Way galaxy made just for us, and oh, 

what a mess we've made of things! When I was 

young, I thought I could do my part help us get 

back to where we belong. I couldn't, so I thought 

I could at least save my city, maybe a few friends? 

I could not, family, maybe a little; I hope there 

was more good than bad. Myself? Trying, working 

on it, two steps forward, somewhere between one 

and ten steps back... It is why I am a believer,

because since I can't forgive myself, 

I have the perfect God who can, 

and I keep Him busy. 

Reviews

[Lorry]

Your title turned out to be very prophetic Vol, seeing as it thought you were warning the Mediterranean by misreading it as attention Spain!
You are of course correct in that we no longer have periods of time named for its art or whatever Jackson Pollok vomited up after a seriously bad session.
I cant really see early 21st century art by renowned snowflakes catching on and world literature being rewritten in a series of frowny faces im not even aiming to save my local village community but will instead save the time it would take to do so and stay in bed instead.
Never fear though, I'll have my screen of reality denial close by just in case I have to hear the weatherologistscomplete stab in the dark at what type of weather will be occurring, or what fake news to deny or just watch videos of penguins falling over on youtube.
I just tried ordering a frappelattecino online but Katie just replied the kitchen is closed so I have to make it myself. I left her a one star review saying "appalling service. Won't be back! 😀

[Vol]

Lorry,
I had just read an article about attention spans in America... We're doomed. 8.25 seconds. Goldfish? 9 seconds. Our most recent named period is the post modern, which died a very slow death beginning in the early Seventies, and thanks mostly to Charles Bukowski. They believed nothing had meaning, Charlie said EVERYTHING has meaning. It looks like all the best in every genre, stays home, maybe makes a local splash with friends and family, but the world no longer cares. You want an evening too end, just as who's everybody's favorite... painter, poet, architect, sculptor... Western Civilization has been dead for at least 50 years; we've got fly-bred maggots feeding off our carcass as we speak.Allah Akbar...