22 May 2005 (at the Dallas Ft. Worth Airport)
Gil Scott-Heron was wrong.
The revolution was not televised.
Perhaps the revolution was television.
Cable, satellite, by any means necessary
Television has pacified the people
in a manner of speaking, watching, viewing.
Television is the ultimate Zen,
the alpha and the omega of life, with commercial interruptions,
coming to you in high definition, more real than real.
Look inside the medium. Do you see yourself?
Look carefully. It teaches you how to dress.
It teaches you how to speak.
It teaches you how to walk.
It's your mama and your daddy.
Can you imagine life without television?
No Sopranos, no basketball,
no soap operas or cop shows?
How will you find your center?
How will you know how to spend
Wrapped up in warm electrical fields,
eating plastic food inside plastic cubes,
after driving home inside plastic cars,
and growing private plastic bubble gum cancer nodes,
you are homo novus --- the new man.
Television follows you inside your hospital bed
and keeps you calm and distracted as you wait.
What do you think life is all about?
Somewhere in Never Never Land
academics chase nonexistent paper
from one electronic database to another
trying to answer little questions that are drowned out
in the bright light of television
but they don't realize their anachronism.
And you don't really give a damn, do you?
I mean, after all, it's not on television.
The evening news skipped that quark-gluon plasma story
and there's no celebrity in trying to save the planet.
The river runs with toxins, the land is up for sale,
and a handful of corporations are taking out patents on life.
All this and more during a few commercial interruptions.
© 2005, Satya J. Gabriel