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The shooter in Charleston will probably not be hearing voices. Some of the shooters, or so few of them, Charsleston, McVey, Manson fit the Paranoid Schizophrenic pattern of loss of reason, voices in the wall. The mental illness they may suffer is often undetectable. We are told that these incidences are done by lone “crazies” and that it’s not the guns fault. By blaming the “crazies” we demonize those individuals who did not deserve their fate, aren’t possessed by demons, thank you! Most of them suffer more than we could ever imagine, their illness easily apparent to everyone around them. Some get medications, meds you wouldn’t want to take. Meds that make them twitch and look strange to others. If they take those meds, it is with courage, absolute courage.

Artist Statement:
Recycled art
1. Painted a large painting during Gulf War 1, 36″ x 24″
2. Somewhere during Gulf War 2 it gets big hole in the middle of it.
2. So I cut pieces out of it and glued them onto a panel 16″ x 20″
3. One more Gulf War and we can get this painting down to 8″ x 11″

Make it go out of date.

Naked and Alone

by Ron Olsen

When one’s only sin

Is driving while black

It demands of us all

A slight glancing back

Beyond Donald’s hair

The rhetoric

And flair

Is the past

Aghast

Smashed

Trashed

As though it never happened

Lessons forgotten

Lying there rotten

 

Rodney King

The L.A. Riots

The burning

The death

The fear

The push to move beyond where we were

To what we could be

A commission’s plea

A consent decree

A plan to get us there

Beyond the hair

The rhetoric and fear

The cloud of deceit

And self-interest

 

All of it washed away by time

As though it never happened

Leaving us here

Naked and alone

In our childlike simplicity

Doomed to repeat futility’s call

Refusing to see the future

In our past

 

Ron olsen is a Peabody and Emmy winning journalist and occasional poet who lives in Bel Air, Maryland.   More of his work can be found at http://workingreporter.com/poetry.html and at workingreporter.com

To rest after work

after sorrow

after elections and bar fights

to rest to rest

to let the world go on without you

as it will

as it does

the wind is no metaphor

the worker, the islands of fame

rest.

Jodey Bateman translates poem by Gabriel Mistral

“I Sing What You Love”   (“Canto Que Amabas”)

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