"A Thanksgiving Prayer" by William S. Burroughs (ZooTV thought that never left me)
As an American, exhausted by the "culture wars", and sick of do-gooders trying to impose their thoughts and will on us in this particularly savage election season, I'm reminded of one of ZooTV's most poignant and lasting moments for me.
It is the poem (below) by William S. Burroughs that appeared on the ZooTV special (on FOX) years ago. The words are stunning enough standing alone, but they were particulary effective when they were read by Burroughs himself (as Running to Stand Still moved into Where the Streets Have No Name). He was an old man and read it like a grandfather (but an American grandfather who appeared just as disappointed and disillusioned as many of us do now).
My two favorite lines are about "decent church-goin' women" and "a country where nobody's allowed to mind their own business" (when that was the very ideal that gave birth to America in the first place). And by the way, I love my country.
Here it is:
A Thanksgiving Prayer
by William S. Burroughs
Thanks for the wild turkey and the passenger pigeons,
destined to be shit out through wholesome American guts.
Thanks for a continent to despoil and poison.
Thanks for Indians to provide a modicum of challenge and danger.
Thanks for vast herds of bison to kill and skin leaving the carcasses to rot.
Thanks for bounties on wolves and coyotes.
Thanks for the American dream, To vulgarize and to falsify until the bare lies shine through.
Thanks for the KKK.
For ******-killin' lawmen, feelin' their notches.
For decent church-goin' women, with their mean, pinched, bitter, evil faces.
Thanks for "Kill a Queer for Christ" stickers.
Thanks for laboratory AIDS.
Thanks for Prohibition and the war against drugs.
Thanks for a country where nobody's allowed to mind their own business.
Thanks for a nation of finks.
Yes, thanks for all the memories-- all right let's see your arms!
You always were a headache and you always were a bore.
Thanks for the last and greatest betrayal of the last and greatest of human dreams.
As an American, exhausted by the "culture wars", and sick of do-gooders trying to impose their thoughts and will on us in this particularly savage election season, I'm reminded of one of ZooTV's most poignant and lasting moments for me.
It is the poem (below) by William S. Burroughs that appeared on the ZooTV special (on FOX) years ago. The words are stunning enough standing alone, but they were particulary effective when they were read by Burroughs himself (as Running to Stand Still moved into Where the Streets Have No Name). He was an old man and read it like a grandfather (but an American grandfather who appeared just as disappointed and disillusioned as many of us do now).
My two favorite lines are about "decent church-goin' women" and "a country where nobody's allowed to mind their own business" (when that was the very ideal that gave birth to America in the first place). And by the way, I love my country.
Here it is:
A Thanksgiving Prayer
by William S. Burroughs
Thanks for the wild turkey and the passenger pigeons,
destined to be shit out through wholesome American guts.
Thanks for a continent to despoil and poison.
Thanks for Indians to provide a modicum of challenge and danger.
Thanks for vast herds of bison to kill and skin leaving the carcasses to rot.
Thanks for bounties on wolves and coyotes.
Thanks for the American dream, To vulgarize and to falsify until the bare lies shine through.
Thanks for the KKK.
For ******-killin' lawmen, feelin' their notches.
For decent church-goin' women, with their mean, pinched, bitter, evil faces.
Thanks for "Kill a Queer for Christ" stickers.
Thanks for laboratory AIDS.
Thanks for Prohibition and the war against drugs.
Thanks for a country where nobody's allowed to mind their own business.
Thanks for a nation of finks.
Yes, thanks for all the memories-- all right let's see your arms!
You always were a headache and you always were a bore.
Thanks for the last and greatest betrayal of the last and greatest of human dreams.